Ode For the Open Road

O Great expanse of open road, You seem to stretch to join the sky, And in this union of two souls, There too mine own does lie Though snow falls hard and winds blow cold; Though winter cracks your skin of stone, I feel a longing still to tread Your winding path without an end Though countless are the hearts that trek Across your weave of white and black, The strangest kinship I can feel When walking or behind the wheel What tales of hardship could you tell? What joys and sorrows in you dwell? If you could speak as plain as I, I wonder if you’d laugh or cry Yet silence aids you in your task, As you move voiceless souls to speak – To sing their odes for open roads In quiet ecstasy.