*Destination...love*

Can't wait to get there

 

*Destination…love*

 

 

Long…this highway traveled,

white lines fade into night,

headlights find my determination waits

just beyond the next rest stop,

where exits play keep away

and billboards beckon

 

*Last chance food and gas*

 

Speed limits count the minutes,

radio stations fade and resurface

in a different genre, (still I hear our song)

as county lines flash their pleasant good byes

and welcoming hellos,

waving happily in the wind

 

*Mile marker 63*

 

Alone with my thoughts,

daydreaming behind tempered glass…

clear my vision and my visions

Blurred surroundings pass

while my heart remains

within the lane of your beauty

 

*Next stop paradise*

 

Traffic lights call color to the dark,

familiar landmarks release nighttime butterflies

alive in the midst of my stomach

My heart mimics the rhythm of the turn signal beat,

flashing arrows prime these feelings

as I see your silhouette on the curtain

 

*I have arrived*

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Mark, you may know how this feels...

Captcha - Winevat (Don't drink and drive)

Reviews

[London's Lily]

I love, love, love this, on multiple levels. I've been a "road trip" kind of girl all my life ~ there must be half a dozen unfinished travel/road related poems in my "work in progress" folder. You've inspired me to maybe pull them back out & work on them, actually!

Anyway, I love the way you've written this - vividly depicting the journey: lines, radio stations, signs, headlights, all while the mind is focused on a straight path to your love, and the familiar butterflies when you finally arrive! Bravo. :D

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Lily. I appreciate you coming along on this road trip with me.