Lost Dream
I am driving up a hill
without name on an
unnumbered highway.
This road transforms into
a snake winding around
coiled on hair pin turns.
At bottom of the incline
lies a dark city strangely
hushed with secrets.
How black it is. How difficult
to find that dream street
which I must discover.
My fingers are tingling
cool, smoke combs the
air, static fills night.
Exactly what I will explore
is unsure. Where I will find it
unknown. All is in question.
I continue to haunt gloomy
streets in this dream town
crossing dim intersections.
Everything has become a maze
where one line leads to another
dead ends become beginnings.
Deciding to abandon my search,
I return for my automobile…
nowhere to be found in shadows.
Finally I look up at the moon’s
yellow eye…my lips forming
prayers to a disinterested god.
