Another sunburned morning and I’m right on track.
A moon howls at a sun behind it’s back
I will always love the interstate.

The youngest son learned mourning sometimes comes back.
She soon howls like the moon, fades into black
And they don’t always find their way.

They don’t mind.
As she rides, her sidecar rides.
Lead the way, side by side,
And together they move into
The strangest days,
The brightest nights.

After a sunset, morning when they lay their path.
The son howls at the moon, she has his back,
And they head into the day, a new way.

Another sunburned morning, their backs to the grass.
She leans into the son, keeps him on track,
And they head back to the interstate.

They’ve always loved the interstate.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s