11.29.2010

loss

gypsy soul still alive
ever strong
when all alone
i crave you

but when you are there
i just need myself
less than ideal
you say
solace in hiding
a million miles away
dare you i do
to direct me one road
a fork where 
i will take neither

quite the collection of moments
of feeling blue
disappear at the edge of the world
leave me cold
the shiver i know
this survival spawns growth
rather huddle 
blankets clutched
where no one can seek

the highway hums
rocks the tires so gently
a conscious sleep
to not miss a moment of the rain
steady trickles dancing on
metal