celebrating headlights
dance upon the wet road
a high beam pirouette
prances upon the wet road
lashing away the night with light
and then
dashed upon the wet road
a flash of bright
fills this night
and is
splashed upon the wet road
filled with light
filled luminescence
filled this night
filled effervescent
filled with embryonic rain motes
filled for pleasant
filled
for life.
The petrichor hangs heavy
a comforting heavy
it tastes like a long time ago
it smells warm,
it smells like wet asphalt
it smells like
the end of the rain,
its heady tendrils creep slowly
both on and above
the slick twilit surfaces
each surface shines
as the motes flit
between
multi-faceted
wet moistened eyes
they look
but never see
a thousand mute witnesses
to this wetness
to this darkness
to this night
About the Creator
Bren
"It's just a token of my extreme!" - Frank Zappa
"Cause it's all in the heat of the moment It's all in the pain!!!" - Devin Townsend
Centre Stage with the wonderful Heather Hubler
Comments (4)
You painted such a beautiful picture here with your words!
love the imagery!
Nice💖📝✌️
Beautiful nature porm!!! Love this!!❤️❤️!💕