Posted: September 27, 2012| Author:themarcistagenda|Filed under:Poem|2 Comments »Drivingis merely transportationit is notarriving.A destination may be reachedwith or withoutfrustration.Not all journeys are for pleasurenor to be takenentirely at leisure.SometimesI take the wrong turningtravel without precisionmake the wrong decisionand feel I might besimplyan imposition.But when I hold such thoughtsI turninsteadand set my course to youbecauseit wasisand will bein the furnaced passion of your heartthat I chooseto burn.
Another lovely poem, you are clever!
Craftily constructed. Another winner!