Toward Morning

Perhaps it is has been this way;
I am the one darting off
Headlights riveted on my frightened frame
Skin and bones trapped in the dust.

The moon does little to solve the dark
Meek imitation that it is
Secrets don’t even hide
In shadows cast by the moon.

The world is eerie and pale
Glowing yellow and blandish gray,
Dry grasses and thorn trees
Blown by desert winds.

Heaven shifts in the hazy sky
Hours pass by in miles,
A path that never ends
Sweeping the night away.

Answers never do come;
Daylight’s purple tinge spreads
Careening toward morning
With eyes less filled with fear.

Wandering the miles
Between now and the sun
In the cool aqua light
I might just make it home.