Dream Drive

Wistfully wheeling westward

I sense you. Feel you. Always.

A vacant seat. Not a vacancy.

Mountain stream of thoughts

Cascade over reality’s rocks

Smoothing ragged, jagged edges.

Every passing mile simply softens

Former furrows carved and etched.

Replacing. Refacing with a smile

That from my void evokes elation

Knowing that the destination is you.

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