Lost Highway

Traveling down an old road

Autumn faith is a sigh rushing through...

These eyes of heart, opened wide anew

Somewhere I find Eden; a runaway road running wild into view

The scene inhales as a sweetness deep within and then outward too

Blurring lines of reality to that of metaphoric muse

 

Downward it twists and turns as a river flows

Between farms and lanes lined of sugar cane groves

Here an eternity of green sifts a speckled dusk falling on a twilight rose

A fountain forth of spirituality spilling floods us with nature’s overgrowth

And the mind drives on automatically until one, with the melody of overtones

 

Words become naught but a fleeting part, of leaves and trees splash scatter awe

And the birds much blacker than empyrean break the silence with chatter caws

Entangle in the scene of unseen spirit soft; the wind’s own carousel

Echoes whimsical out through the clouds, swallowing up the sunset’s psalms

Reading out loud are the signs of life less rushed, the hymns greater to His alms

 

Still, now that same road runs untamed but so very far behind

And I amble passing, through the buildings tall and red lights of each new city kind

Always searching, round about concrete steel, for that which is missing beauty

And find myself wandering back within the mind of East of Eden; lost highway

Where a smile travels too and through, the eyes of heart; wide open and its picturesque is now my constant healing

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Michael G. Smith]

This is actually a old beat up road in South Louisiana among a sugar cane farm that I detoured on with my Semi truck. The sun was half shining through the clouds as it set and bats by the hoards were flying out of the cane. They came all at my truck and each one at the last minute averted death as I drove through them.

[rutherford]

Lost highways have so much potential and your poem does the topic justice. So many good lines here. One of my favorite is: "Entangle in the scene of unseen spirit soft; the wind’s own carousel"

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, fellow poet.

[leafsailor]

As is the quest of the poet , he journey shared comes through , to be read aloud in consideration of rythem the poem was much appreciated

[Sami Khalil]

I enjoyed this journey on the lost highway. A very picturesque poem with a great message of life and the past...:)

[Michael G. Smith]

Thanks, Sami.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)