Rest

On the road is where I belong

Always passing through

But never staying–

Long enough to get attached.

The cares are drowned in the rush of wind

And the silence of the nights

Barren of human life.

The stars are my companions

The moon, my vacant candle

Illumination unmerited by fate.

Pictures are all I have of memories

Faded, brittle prisons of thoughts

Scattered upon the dash and floor,

Marked by muddy footprints

And salty snow. 

I sleep in my haven

Of gentle woodland grove

And find the dreams that catch me there

Are the only ones worth chasing.