Passing Lights

I  come to this place

Trying to find solace

Towards the passing lights

Chasing invisible cars

I found myself getting lost

In thoughts of wanting to be found

Letting go

But wanting to be held

The irony of the road leads here

Here where the night has gone awake

The day's sleeping through the sound

Of those far away waves

But I am still here

Holding night like a steering wheel

Choosing paths and making turns

Abiding senses, losing directions

But no matter where I go

I hear the sound he makes

While he's sleeping with the waves

In search of solace, I stay awake.



written: August 2, 2015 
12:33 a.m.