Driving Down Country Road.........

A Poem by Marshall

The wind whistles past the songs delicate trumpet haze
sizzling between words of wonder, awed at love
and its any splendored languages, cruise control
step down hard, the pulse races, I reach for your hand.

Oh my God, your hair is free and floating in the liquid light
of this great summer day
Are your eyes always blue? They sparkle deeper today.

Your hand is warm and griping tight. Message?
Yes. I slow down, pull over, park.
Hands around you I pull you closer to the kiss
Hmmmmm. Cannot let you go now!

What is it in the way you look dreamy
snuggle in this sequence?
There must be a much deeper connection
with our lives entangled in some distant past?
That's the mystery that baffles us!

We kiss again and drive into a future
of unknown territories.

Stay with me Love.

The trumpet tones down into dulcet soul.

What are you thinking?