Highway 17 (Poem)

[whitefox]

The strip of black velvet, smooth and pure.
An escape from the world.
A vast black hole, with calm invitation onward.
Silently we press on, a soothing blanket from the sun.
Our red blood cell, running through the bloodstream.
All at once, we're seen and unseen, in the dark.

I've been to DC, but it follows me.
It stretches to Florida as well: there I've also seen.

Sometimes I'm at Mom's, but it's there too.
When I'm at Dad's, it's beside me, just out of view.
It's arteries I transverse daily, whether it be sun, snow or rain...
the gift of peace is hard to retain.

It follows me, or I follow it.
Through the day;
and sometimes into the night.

The night does often cast its glorious shadow on us:
But it offers peace.

A vaccum for the drowsy.
With unparalleled, invisible, beauty.

I could sleep for hours,
traversing the roads forever.
Our stitch in the cloth the velvet devours.
A connection one never wants to sever.

It means more than words can explain, as you can see.
But I'll not soon forget Highway 17.

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I was thinking about this the other night, about how I've lived my whole life around this highway, without really ever noticing it. Afterwards I added what made it so special: the amazing experience of riding in a car at night. To me it means so much, because when the ride is over, it's over. Your little escape from the world is over. It's hard to get that feeling back.

Believe it or not, this is one of the most standard types of formatting I have ever used... my free-form poems are usually all over the place. Still, I may edit/add to this in the future, so I can't quite say it's finished yet.

[babynaruto1]

Wow, I am speechless. Bravo.

*Ryan claps his hands together*