The asphalt stretches out before my hungry tires
a ribbon of blackness snaking through the sleeping mountains
leading me
everywhere and nowhere.
Soft lilting notes spill from the worn speakers and even with the soft breaths coming from the backseat
I am alone.
My thoughts snake along the road
dancing over the glittering black water
and fracture into flashes of random as the moon gazes with
soulful eyes.
I cannot name the emptiness I feel in my veins
Nor can I pin point when I began to feel lost.
Perhaps I was born lost
and this road is all a journey
to create what I believe to have disappeared
But this seed
Has left a wanderlust in my bones
A search in my blood that no amount of road driven
lovers kissed
or mountains conquered can rid me of
This thistle fire tingle
in my veins.
And with eyes full and bright as grandmother moon
I wish my fear to the heavens
to the deep inky depths eating at the edges of these trees
These nights
which shake my every sense of reality,
are what feed my searching fingertips.
The uncertain held in front
The unknown dancing across the line
as my tires do
I feel lost
and I have never been
happier.