A Long Way Home

Night descends on padded feet,

Black panther soul,

She lets down her hair,

A cascade of silken black showers the valley below,

Somewhere along a deserted highway,

We find ourselves weary travelers,

Three days on the road and you don’t talk to me,

Was it something I said, was it someone I mistakenly looked at?

Anger has been bubbling up deep inside you and

the silence is breaking the borders of my heart,

We don’t pass words between us

But I understand that you

are somewhere out there

Lost and trying to find your way back

A place called home,

Night,

That bewitching lady smiles

Benovolent

Radiant moonbeams to light our way

To the next roadside attraction to coffee break.

The low hum of a car engine beating tune to faint radio signals

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