Coastal Drive

In the hum of tires kissing asphalt,

we chase sunsets like old promises,

you and I, tangled in this endless ribbon

of road that weaves through forgotten towns,

where streetlights flicker like hesitant spells.

Magic stirs in the dashboard glow,

your hand on mine, a quiet incantation,

pulling stars from the velvet above,

turning miles into moments suspended,

deep dives into what we've always craved,

that spark of wonder in the mundane rush.

We laugh at detours, those crooked paths

that lead to roadside diners with coffee

steeped in stories, where strangers' eyes

hold mirrors to our own hidden depths,

moving us toward some unspoken truth,

inspirational in its raw, unpolished grace.

But here's the turn,

what if the real enchantment isn't out there,

in the horizon's teasing pull,

but in the silence between our breaths,

the thoughtful pause where love reshapes

the journey, making every curve

a revelation, every glance a vow renewed.

Engaging our hearts in this freewheeling dance,

we emerge not just travelers, but transformed,

soulful wanderers etched with the thrill

of what's possible when two souls align.