Driving through the desert vast
sands of time gather, wind strewn
word games and banter reacquaints
from shorn years arise a stagnant dune
tears fall from a grey leaden sky
as bittersweet moments pass by
It was not expected, this diversion. Being uncommon of a type
And truly off the beaten track; the windscreen wipers wipe
Away the sheets of marmalade rain unremittingly,
Their sweeping swipe at drizzled prisms swept incessantly.
The sun, it emerged, again without expectation. Light fractured cloud
Sparkling off the bonnet of the car; the rays avowed
To turn the moisture into steam, and did so spectacularly,
The haze and mist ploughed the fields of density.
She was picked up on the hard shoulder. Somewhere north of despair,
I recall, and hitched a ride beside me; the rain still glittered in her hair,
And her eyes the shade of bluebells fluttered beautifully,
Her cheeks so fair, lips the pinkest, moistest frames of destiny.
I had given hope a vacant backseat. Yet the road’s adverse camber can shift,
Can tilt and alter time and travel; and though the king of drifting may still drift,
Fractional increments serve to lift directional gravity,
So one correction of the wheel reacquaints with love’s vitality.
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