You sit beside me in your silence
as the road rushes past
and the hum of the tires on the road
the only sound
Your sad eyes sing a song
which no one else can hear,
they wander up and catch a cloud
as it strolls by
The road before us is pocked with hills
and the landscape covered with green
The future, once a mere reflection of the past
Swimming in memories
your eyes are a fountain of hope
Wispy cirrus strands stretch on for miles
paving a path for their cumulous compatriots
who fail to hide the sun,
which peers above and between
in strands outstretched to the earth
Your precious past rolls by as you turn to look
and you see it fading in the strands of light
But now you know that that is all it is
- strands of light that fall upon the fading green
where once stood walls
At last, a tear runs down your cheek
as you say farewell to the constructs you created
You close your eyes and finally see no future
And then you see that you are free
