Glimpse

..my last stare..

heavy swifts of wind
flashes through my face
from oft the window
of the jeep
travelling to the blank faces
 of the earth.

uncared to life
so ordinary
like my dealings
patterned each day,
wishing for someone,
to meet me halfway.

Until that wish
lift up to heaven
thought of words sing
in crimson joy
uttered as music
from angel's lyre.

As speeding wheels
then twist to turn,
a blurry figure
caught my vision
walking down
the endless road.

Our loneliness
both subside
as our sight
swiftly coincide
'tis a language
can't be denied.

Yet this joy
seems like a glimpse
even a tear leaves
no time to shape
as we depart and
take each others fate.

The cruel road
continues to flow
with darkened sky
black as a crow
cast on your figure
that's now a shadow.

Familiar cold air
dried up my soul
I know I'm a traveller
and a fool
who holds this memory
only now as a dream.

-musicfunk-

Author's Note

..from a long journey towards home
=]
enjoy reading

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"I know I'm a traveller
and a fool
who hold this memory
only now as a dream."
After we travel and saw many things. Memories and dreams may change. But the sounds and safety of home is always a good word. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[CHRIS ANDES]

thank you sir

[Baby Ricochet]

Some great imagery and rhyming. Great job..

[CHRIS ANDES]

thanks ;p