MISTY HIGHWAYS…

Autumn roads unraveling through the courses of my memory,
An endless ribbon of places, people, events, long unthought of,
Until this early morning hour when the chill shakes them loose,
They spill out like building blocks from some dusty playset,
Building into emotion filled images that are too vivid to ignore;

A gathering unremembered comes to focus and I see the barricades
Erected on streets when the time for rising unfolded and came to be,
We stood for causes that made the heart soar in their intensity,
As the blood we shed had more value that the transitory pain felt,
Our songs raised above the din of sirens and claxons sounding raw;

There was that love so rare that words can only fail to describe,
A passion born from fugitive wanderings and the accidental meeting
Of two souls seeking each other without knowing they were sought,
Making the emotion ever more incendiary, the contact more powerful
Than even imaginings could have supposed in all of its musings;

Then there was that dilapidated smoky dark coffee house where all
The rebels, artists, dreamers, travelers have gathered to share life,
And poetry was read there that resounded with hopeful dreamings,
Songs played that cut across the inner self with tears, smiles, sharing
All the moments of everyone of our beings as we moved through time;

Highways of autumn unspooling in the misty morning like smoke upon
The eyes of thoughtful reminiscence as the coffee steams fresh and we
Travel across the years…..