Ghosts of Highway Fifteen

Started in 2014, finished today.

If I don't close my eyes
I can see what I want to see,
desired truths which in this moment
are reality.
I can see the outline of you
held close to me.
The outside eyes
encircle as if to scare,
to stop me along the path
and take from me should they dare.
They glow as heavy fireflies,
I imagine only haunting
and sadness there.
So I carry on down the road,
powerfully through the ghosts
of highway fifteen.
The path is smooth if I dream it so,
eyes ebb should I dream them closed.
I first wandered here long ago
and finally I understand why.
This is one dream whose end I see,
years later it is complete;
we find our Eden beyond the ghosts
of highway fifteen.

Author's Note

Working towards a new project, I got the idea for a piece about a haunted highway, not too unlike one I walked down each day far from home in my then job. Over the months all I had were the first 6 lines. As I reopened this morning having now set up home near this metaphorical highway it made sense what I'd wanted to achieve- to get to the light on the other side- as I have. Five minutes later it was complete after 5 years break.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

That's a really good reason to keep all your notes. I do. I have so many unfinished poems, but know I can return at a later date where they may be successfully completed. You have done that here, and I for one am happy that you did. I enjoyed this poem and the thoughts it gave me.

Chris

[TheJordBaker]

Thank you Chris