The Road

Before the sun is up, I am on the road, driving towards my beloved.
The night is silent as the life of the Earth has yet to wake up.
Only the rumble of an old engine is alive in the darkness, a darkness littered with shards of light.
My eyes are still weary as they wish to close and allow sleep to extinguish the fire behind them.
The music off the radio will suffice as my caffeine.
My engine is joined by others along the way, more machines roaring through a restless journey.
No conversations, only a passing echo of nameless sound.
As the journey shortens, light makes its way into the sky.
The sun offers an orange glow to the sky and a shining beam into my vision.
Along the way the engine stops and rests, allowing my body to be released from the chrome prison.
The air is always cold as it pierces through my body and the bodies of countless strangers.
Life is waking up, the wheels are beginning to turn at the start of this new day.
My journey is not over as I return to my car, compacted in its uncomfortable seat.
My engine roars again as I push towards my destination.
The hours have finally passed and I will soon be there.
Be patient, my love, I'm coming home.