Tail lights vanishing into a darkening sky,
A symbol of your leaving,
An intermittent spark of fading cherry red,
Dwarfed, and made miniscule by the vastness of night,
The lonely silver disc of the moon, bathes the landscape with surreal intensity,
In it’s unfeeling spotlight, for an unknown reason, I feel desolate,
You, speeding across the roof of the world, chasing the eastern mystic dawn,
I gaze at the last seductive blink of light, yet distance and darkness conspire,
The universe wins, and defeated, I stand alone,
I trudge to the car park, wearing shoes of lead,
Having nowhere to go, yet no reason to stay,
Out! Out! onto the highway, My reality here,
Yet My spirit soars east, chasing, never catching,
Radio taunts, me, romantic songs,
I turn south, and briefly look up,
I see another, red, winking, vanishing into a darkening sky
Mark Charlwood© 1989