• On a cold winter's day
    In the land of sun and warmth
    I sat in the back of an old pick up
    Darkness creeping onto the horizon
    Skies fading to purple black
    The open road awaits us
    To be in this place
    Silence surrounding
    Engulfing my soul
    As meditation it shall be
    For at peace I lay
    Till the blare of head lights
    The sound of life
    City now breached
    Distracting me
    Till that beauty I'd seen
    The gift giving to me
    Lay lost and buried
    Just another broken memory

    -Poetry by Dave T.-
    -Copyright Pending-