Leaving home is a journey into the unknown and that suspense
of learning what lies over the horizon is what Landscapes is all about, that
and sharing those discoveries with someone you care about.
Landscapes
The hum of the engine is the
only sound that
stretches between us, in the
pale glow of moonlight
your face hovers like a passing
cloud across this
windscreen as the night owls
screech in the distance
and we leave the city behind
us, it’s lights flickering
on and off like a little
flashlight sending out a
message in morse-code, love me,
love me says
this code as the whole expanse
of the city lies there
like a map seen from the window
of a passing plane,
and somewhere above us it flies
crossing oceans and
foreign lands we dream off in
between our bites of
filling station pies, and cups
of luke warm coffee we
sip as dawn warms our freezing
hands pointing west
ever west, beckoning our
flagging spirits and laying a
promise like a fragile egg in
the nest of the landscapes
we’ve yet to see.
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