Driving

Good morning all! (well AEST that is)

I was trying to dig up an old poem to share today. Truth be told it's actually quite applicable to something that happened only a few days ago. I think so many of you will relate to it. That peace of driving, it's almost like meditation and it can be magical to share that with someone else. Completely disengaging from abbsolutely everything in the world, so that you create your own private world.

I convince myself it's not too dissimilar to driving on the moon (apologies for the db neg). Anyway everyone enjoy! And don't you worry I intend to be posting again V soon and for any poets who come across this site, feel free to post me a link or suggest a poem you think I should re-post. Always happy to hear from you!

Driving

Falling autumn leaves

Recollections and night talk

Ghost stories and camp fires

By the light of a full luminous torch

Breaths possessed of autumn

Wrinkles by my bedside

The contours of our love

So deep

So far

so good

So full

I imagine how to say the unsayable

To imagine the moment as it is now

Captured

Forever next to our bedside

Forever this same picture

Of the sun-setting over the expanse of the horizon

And the final melting gold of the sky

Unfolding beside you and I

And kisses

and this feeble chemistry

and the road

and the sun

and you

driving into tomorrow.