During the early gray hours.
When fog covers the land.
Bright white, yellow, and blue orbs,
travel north through the fog.
During the early gray hours.
When fog covers the land.
Red eye’s stare back at me through the windshield.
The red eye’s disappear into the fog.
Beckoning me to follow.
It is at this time that my mind,
takes the thought and runs with it.
Are the red eye’s mine?
Staring back at me through the glare?
Are the red eye’s some kind of evil that
cannot be described?
Are the red eye’s that of a spirit,
one that I cannot stop myself from following?
Could the red eye’s be that of a flatbeds
taillights that passed me a short time ago?
Hmmmm………………….
Fort Hall has some good coffee.
Think I’ll be stopping there soon!
Copyright ©2005 Makin’ time
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