"The Road" People pass through my day like cars at a stop light They are momentarily there Headed on the same path But eventually they turn off at one point Leaving me once again on my own road I find myself jealous that they have passengers Parents, children, family and friends My car is empty My company kept is songs tied to memories Songs that fade further into yesterday It's as if I am behind the wheel of a hearse Driving alone With death being the only hitchhiker I am sure to find Robert Lloyd
The beat of my heart accelerates when she first comes
into view. She is the sexy part of a summer
storm. That dark cloud on a bright sunny
day that many enjoy, and know will bring a much needed rain and even bit of
electricity. She is the lightning bolt aimed right at me, winding up with a few
bits of taunt and sway. With her stare and smile she charges my skin,
my entire body. The hairs on my arm
stand on imaginary tippy toes in anticipation of her touch and soft lips. She is the raindrop that falls from the sky
and kisses the skin on the back of my neck, waking me up, sending a shiver down
my spine. She is the dance in the rain
that cools the air around me and makes me forget yesterday and the dry
heat. She is the steam that floats up from
the ground racing past me to the skies, to gather, and start all over again another
day. She is the unexpected. She is my smile. She is my today and maybe tomorrow.
