[Every Monday (until I run out of them), I’m posting a poem of mine that has fallen out from the submission process for some reason. In most cases, it will be one where I’ve received no response to my submission for at well over a year or more. Maybe the magazine I submitted them to has folded, the submission was lost in the post, or whatever. So, these poems can be seen as lost, orphans, of uncertain status, or something like that.]
These poems are also posted to ABCTales.
The Open Road
The silence of the night, so quiet
you can hear every tremble of your heart.
And the whisper of your wheels
on the rain-wet road are secrets
that just have to be shared.
Outside the car, the streetlights
flicker by like recalled dreams
and the half-remembered faces
from too many lifetimes ago.
Watch the lights from up ahead
as they weave through memories,
and stray thoughts falling down
slowly, but not as slow as the miles
that take too long to pass by.
Destinations, always travelling on.
A restless feeling, a searching
for something you cannot name,
or picture, or describe to anyone.
But deep in your unquiet dreams
you fear it could be called home.
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