Midnight Poetry: Drive of the Wise Man
Drive of the Wise Man
(William Haskins)
What mercy guides me
Down this road,
This ribbon cut
Into the snow,
That flows incessantly and slow
Into the mouth of darkness?
The cheap sleep of a
Motel bed
Betrays my eyes
And stills my mind
Until I feel you by my side
(And yet the loneliness abides).
My headlights catch the
Faces, strange
And foreign, who—
Like silent movies—
Flash past me and fade into
A world unto themselves.
I wonder if they
Sing the praise
Of virgin birth
Or of the Lamb
Or peace on Earth and memories
That only they can cherish.
But what of me?
What promise of peace,
What gentle touch
Shall soon reward my journey?
Sleep sweet and
Dream of me, my love,
Till dawn shall peel
Away the night, and
By the light, my promise—
I’ll be in your arms by Christmas.
(Read more of William Haskins’ poetry here)
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AuthorScoop
December 28th, 2009 at 8:55 am
Oh my, do I remember this one. Fantastic, William.