and drive
no destinations
no expectations
just me
and you
and you
and the open road
go where it takes us
turn where it makes us
highway lines
your hand
on my thigh
on my thigh
singing songs
on the radio
on the radio
staying where
we want to go
we want to go
let’s get out
of the car
of the car
and hike
through cemeteries
through cemeteries
and sanctuaries
just me
and you
and you
and the distant past
we’ll read their history
we’ll read their history
then set our own free
highway lines
your hand
on my thigh
singing songs
on my thigh
singing songs
on the radio
staying where
we want to go
we want to go
let’s get back
in the car
in the car
and light
that spark
that makes us
that makes us
go where
it takes us
it takes us
just me
and you
and you
and an open field
no reservations
'bout accommodations
highway lines
your hand
on my thigh
on my thigh
singing songs
on the radio
on the radio
staying where
we want to go
we want to go
Rene ~ 2013
yeah, that sounds nice...
ReplyDeleteI love it! - that's exactly my life - or former life - sounds like a great song :-)
ReplyDelete"read their history and set our own free"...
ReplyDeleteI love this line- the whole poem, too- but this line is just brimming with promise.
Sounds wonderful.
ReplyDeleteCasey
This poem is screaming at me. In a good way. xo
ReplyDeleteOh, Rene, let's pack a cooler and go!
ReplyDeletePearl
Ha--yes, I remember this poem well. Loved it then, lvoe it now.
ReplyDeleteBTw, I didn't find your dotty creative Tuesday entry so am not sure you posted it or not. sorry if I missed it?
you do this so well...
ReplyDeletepainting these moments.
zooming in to see the vital stuff.
making us feel connected to beauty.
awesome, Rene~
C