Driving home (to you)
Darkness fell
it was early
tonight,
with rain
and wind
sweeping in
from the North,
driving home
in the early
twilight.
And between
the blinking lights
on the road
to you,
the heavy darkness,
of evening
driving out,
of the fading blue
But the traffic’s
heavy,
on the road ahead,
stacked up cars
signals changing
so quickly
from green
to stop
and red.
Another flood
of rain
the wipers
struggling against
the downpour,
stinging
the pavements,
the pedestrians
battling against the gusts
and blasts at
March’s fevered
door.
With umbrella lives
all around me
turning inside
and out,
I’m driving home
to you,
into the darkness,
into the flood,
into the squalls,
and showers
through the nameless
streets that
silently shout.
But nothing can
ever wait
just for me
but I’m driving
driving home
skies clearing
from the west
I’m driving home
to you,
not stopping
‘Til the first stars
rise
not stopping
until I feel you
in my arms
until at last
I can rest
driving,
back home
to you.
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