Seeking Revelation
I travel the whole land
of blistering sun and whirring wind
to seek revelation;
and I come from the deep south,
delivering my freight to the north:
making of this lonely life a damnation...
I drive past Dallas,
the city of cowboys...
to chase the fumes
of your burning engine;
you didn't leave a note
or didn't bother to call...
your wavy,brown hair
blowing and glowing and
you laugh in your
Chevy convertible;
who's that man you are talking to?
Am I being trashed by you?
I spent long hours driving,
hearing my own voice
trailing off into silence...
even my words have no meaning;
there's no strenght and main:
to assure me I won't die in vain!
I trave the whole land
to seek revelation
through cities with steel and glass skycrapers
and busy habors jammed with sailships;
I stop for the night at a nearby hotel
to go to sleep...to dream dreams
I can't imagine to be real,
why haven't I used my intuition?
I've been trying to save money
to buy the dream-home you dreamed of;
but in the hush and rush of this daily living,
I've neglected your feminity...
but the most important thing you wished for:
was to have me beside you and feel complete!
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2006
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