Headlights on a Lost Highway

[couchgrouch]

Headlight on a Lost HighwayI asked the old bartenderif he'd hired a girlwith skin as smooth as ivoryand rivers of ruby curlshe said she'd caught an Amtrakwith a purse full of paywe shook hands and soon my Harleywas a headlight on a lost highwayonce we were a firethat burned long in the nightbut love I learned does more than burnit shines a golden lightand taking love for grantedtook me from the light of daywhere the moon lay westwardlike a headlight on a lost highwayforks in the road feel so randomleaving hearts abandonedwond'ring whether to go or staya train whistled down a midnight trackfrom the depot through the misty blackit was a headlight on a lost highwayand I stopped on a two-lanekneeled down by my bikeasked whether to keep searchingor let tomorrow be my lightthen I turned my Harley homewardtoward another dayfrom our porch at sunrise she fin'lly recognizeda headlight on a lost highway(c)2005 Robert George