M's Poetry
The Journey Home
The stadium and satellites
are deathly quiet
and the yellow lines look like gold tonight
and the frost on the embankment
keeps my feet planted on the road
the tunes in my head
and the beer in my belly
are walking us back home
holding hands and talking
we finally find our destination at dawn
and despite the car horns
that blow for traffic to speed up
anywhere with you I am happy and safe
and it seems like we are the only ones
on this earth tonight
these inhibitions have flown
along with the expectations
for once just living for the now
and letting the later come as it may
cuz everything comes full circle
and as the sun begins to rise
you pull me even closer
for a kiss that shook my insides
and right in this minute
I know for sure....I am home.
2006@ Copyright by Megan Bishop
are deathly quiet
and the yellow lines look like gold tonight
and the frost on the embankment
keeps my feet planted on the road
the tunes in my head
and the beer in my belly
are walking us back home
holding hands and talking
we finally find our destination at dawn
and despite the car horns
that blow for traffic to speed up
anywhere with you I am happy and safe
and it seems like we are the only ones
on this earth tonight
these inhibitions have flown
along with the expectations
for once just living for the now
and letting the later come as it may
cuz everything comes full circle
and as the sun begins to rise
you pull me even closer
for a kiss that shook my insides
and right in this minute
I know for sure....I am home.
2006@ Copyright by Megan Bishop