The day, the drive, the morning meld,
With every mile the darkness departs.
A rising glow that greets and gathers
My disconnected bits of orbiting thoughts.
The journey east inevitable. Unenviable.
At first a sight most welcome waving me onward.
And then a gentle kiss touches my mind
As thoughts of you invade me most welcoming.
Within third eye a face, a smile, appears
And seizes the sun from this magic morning.
West, it pulls me. West, it calls me.
West, I long to go where west lays she.
photos taken from my morning drive when words did percolate