As I look up on the road again,
Southern lights dance on the barren plain.
Miles come and miles go,
Cloudless nights pass so very slow.
A promise pulls to the land's heart,
Far, far from journey's start.
Events and chance make emotions dance,
All aspects of adventure in a single glance.
Memories made and memories lost,
Journeys come at a unique cost.
Copyright © Clayton Poole