Two for the Road

Mid-day, and all is well,
Two for the road,
And on my way.

Set unto the golden sands,
Darkly lit, the latern wanes,
Against the twilight sun.

The highway never curved,
And yet the moon glints,
Like a scythe in the night sky.

Out of the swirling darkness,
Mile post 62,
Windows open to hot summer's breath.

The desert reveals an ocean
Of senses, reflected in those
Mirror's of the soul.

The road seems endless,
Like a child's mind,
And I'm not sleeping just yet.

With a cool glow on the dash,
And the smell of sage in her hair,
We could drive forever.

Moon as my scythe,
You as my harvest,
Two for the road.