Riding In a Car With My Son

We said our goodbyes Promising not to stay too long My son settling in The roads to the beach Straight and empty That winter’s night The Doors were on tape Morrison's deep voice Chanting “Riders on the Storm… Into this world we’re thrown…” Dashboard burnishing dull green My son Arranging action figures Asking questions As only a ten year old could While I drove Following the moon Chasing the stars Peering ahead Into the darkness Wondering what he would be like When he grew up. Foolishly, I believed there Would be more nights And more times to ride together Only to carelessly Let them slip away. Years later We were together again My son driving On the straight and empty roads Pursuing his own dreams We were just like two guys Following the shoreline Talking Sharing Searching for a piece of the moon.