Poetry is the food of the soul. It's my greatest contribution to the world and an area I can always grow.

City lights fading in the rear-view mirror

Black highways snaking into the desert

Each tendril has a timeless story

Some a route to somewhere

Most a connection to nowhere

Cars passing and speeding forward

Traffic thinning and then fading away

Each driver carries their own story

Stories of adventure, hope, and survival

The road leaves little for imagination

Long empty hours waiting in the night

White lines passing but never pausing

Magical moon and stars overhead

Quiet thunder fading in the distance

One by one the city sounds disappear

Until nothing becomes truly nothing

Only the sounds of silence and darkness

The road narrows and becomes lighter

Grey concrete fades to black

Asphalt gives way to hard packed earth

Shifting sands and the dust of eternity

Nowhere roads surrendered to nature

© 2019 Ralph Schwartz

Comments

Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on October 07, 2019:

Thank you for the wonderful poetic trip down the road,

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on October 04, 2019:

So true, roads are a different journey for each one of us.

But in the end they all lead to the same dark, quiet, and lonely path we all seem to take.

Vivian Coblentz on October 04, 2019:

I love the ending especially because nowhere ends up being the most peaceful place of all.

Lorna Lamon on October 04, 2019:

I liked how this poem took me on a journey full of lots of different stories, eventually returning to nature. Great writing.

Suzie from Carson City on October 03, 2019:

Awesome, Ralph. Simply wonderful! Peace, Paula

Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on October 03, 2019:

Very nicely done, Ralph. It reminds me of a road to the bayou of my childhood.