Dusk seeps and blurs the skyline
come the close of day
a pinky lilac ribbon
heralds night unto its stage.

The journey is a long one
clouds heavy, threaten rain
drops fall, refract a tiny world
and get wiped away again.

Yawning motorway before me
the lamps lick overhead
tarmac seams provide the beat
and keep my conscious fed.

Driving through the velvet hours
with widened, tearless eyes
I could be the last one left
under orange studded skies.

The rear view mirror silent
no followers in sight
the road ahead deserted
blank darkness left and right.

The headlights kiss a pilgrimage
from Dartford all the way
up into the Highlands
where ghosts of old clans play.

The cast of fading reason
blindness gives me bliss
mechanically motioned
riding the abyss

of barely wakeful notion
'cross the bones of England's spine
inverted patterns play upon
the windscreen all the time.

Punctuated by reflections
blue signs winking in the black
past Sheffield, Leeds and Darlington
where I'm never going back.

Driving through the darkness
steeped in rayless calm
rouged by dashboard luminesce
atramentously embalmed.

A window down to rouse me
night air beholds a trace
of perfumed secrets, blown on wings
that dance about my face.

'cross this scarred and sceptred landscape
it's said all roads lead to Rome
except the ones we love the most
that always take us home.

The snows of un-illumination
settle gently on my breast
aimed towards the mountains
running north, then turning west.

Though a social creature
I crave the company
of oneness in transition
just the road and me.

Humming, ceaseless through geography
with resonance my friend
dreaming while I'm wide awake
from beginning until end.

The shipping forecast soothes me
singing songs of gales
and this machine is just a ship
with tyres for its sails.

Out upon an ocean
of blacktop, good and firm,
through slow and haunted moments
with no need to turn.

One immeasured here to there
one simple action: drive
unknowing of the distance
only sure I will arrive.

And though dawn will surely seek me
for now I'm content to hide
among the blessed darkness
clasped by shadow deep inside.

I'm compelled to move forever
through ghosted, unlit time
the road ahead unhindered
the solitude sublime.

I like the sound of people-
it reminds me of the voices
in my head-
they're my old friends
that never quite left
and I hope they never do.

Billions of people in this world
But only a few truly care.
If you happen
To find someone...
Who makes you laugh everyday,
Who would go out of their way
Just to see you're okay,
Who watches out for you,
Who wants to bring out the best in you,
Who respects you,
Who, no matter how many flaws you have
And how imperfect you can be,
Will love you unconditionally,
Never dare lose that person.
Hold them dear
Coz people like that are hard to find
Surely a true precious gem                
Worth treasuring and loving for eternity.

I think that I met someone like this today, but it wasn't in class, and she won't get away. See I'll share of her art, that is both hers and mine, and inside her heart, there will become a shine. The glow will get brighter and late in the night, those still and deep waters will feel the moons light. The passion belayed for necessity's need must hasten the chance of love's burgeoning seed!
We will sing songs together, and tell stories too, by the warmth of the fire and tides incoming boom.
When the cool of the night finally forces us in, we'll join mind to mind, heart to heart, skin to skin.
See the girl with the foot like a leaf in the wind, well she opened her mouth, and, and I heard her sing, a sweet little song in trembling French,if I teach her to breathe she could sing like a *****! or a goddess or princess or even a shrew with just a few minutes that's what I could do! See the passion is there but the know how is not, but I've got the key, and it fits in her lock.