On my way to work I often shut my eyes and in my mind
I am on a road that does not race through a concrete jungle
Where there are no buildings or the jostle of cars
Where roads wind through mist ridden hills
Lined with pine trees that rise above the clouds
Curving through traffic, I am on the hilly trail
That curves over the gorges where the sunbirds’ song
Washes over me. A young boy looks curiously
As the car rounds the corner speeding away
The puzzled frown on his soft countenance.
I can feel the salt sea-breeze upon my face
Washing away the fatigue that clings to my nights
The waves call out as they crash to shore
Thundering against the rocks, hissing
And retreating into a deep azure sky
There by a beach a man stands alone
If he turns I know it will be you
I have dreamed of this day. But I don’t stop
I cannot stop. The car rounds the corner speeding me
Away. To a life far removed from yours.
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Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing.
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That’s the city life…we have no time to stand and stare…