W. Jude Aher Poetry

highway dancing
during a long day
of running
my thumb,
carrying me nowhere
grew tired,
a sunset and beauty
carved the sky
her eyes and hair
a tattoo upon my soul
wouldn't let go
i had nowhere to run
and so,
highway dancing
and nowhere
to call home.
walking the long black road
alone
believing in her eyes
while dancing
my sighs
free,
just dancing
until the butterflies dare
to walk the road i dream,
a tattoo upon my soul.

Poet: W. Jude Aher