Poem Name:
Driving to Town Late to Mail a Letter
In the soft embrace of twilight, I moved forward,
City Trip, Launch Mission,
A letter in hand, its words a beating heart,
To the mailbox, I drive my car.
The sun sinks below the edge of the horizon,
painting the sky orange and pink,
A canvas of dreams where soon the stars will dance
As I go through the streets, every turn and every link.
The road stretches, an endless ribbon of black,
Whispering secrets in the tree line,
Their leaves are a symphony, rustling in the wind,
As I press on, the story of the night unfolds.
Headlights pierce the growing darkness
guiding me with a steady beam,
A ray of hope on this lonely road
As the stars above sparkle and shine.
The world around me begins to change,
As the streetlights awoke with a golden glow,
Their shining light guides me forward,
On that late night drive, where time seems to be running out.
Memories flicker, like lights in the fog,
When I consider the contents of the letter in my possession,
Words are carefully crafted, emotions are connected,
A message to heal, a story to tell.
The sound of the engine, the soothing lullaby,
As the miles melt beneath my wheels,
A companion in loneliness, a mechanical heartbeat,
In the cocoon of my car, I really feel.
Passing through villages at night,
His window-like eyes that meet mine briefly.
A sense of touch, brief but deep,
In this temporal dance, a moment divine.
The moon rises high in the obsidian sky,
Casting his luster on the netherworld,
A heavenly guide, a shining music,
As the hours pass and the night grows darker.
The scent of the earth fills the surrounding air.
whispers and embraces of nature,
A reminder that the beauty of life is in the details,
There is peace and grace even in darkness.
Distant clock chime, time reminder,
Yet in this campaign, the time limits increase,
It's not about minutes, hours or days.
But the journey itself, the open hands of the road.
Finally, I approach the heart of the city,
Buildings on streets, windows like eyes
A sleepy atmosphere, calm serenity,
As I approach the mailbox, my heart sighs softly.
I draw towards him, envelope in hand,
Paper and ink with hopes and dreams,
The silent night watches as I gather my words,
In the mailbox, under the moonlight.
A sense of accomplishment, a mission accomplished,
The letter was sent to the door of destiny
As I turn away from the mailbox,
A satisfied smile, the heart wants no more.
Journey back home, mirror image,
Yet something different, as the night wore on,
The road still stretches, a ribbon of stars,
Guiding my return, just as the world begins to heal.
The symphonic silence of the night, the silence in the air,
As darkness gives way to the light of the rising sun,
A new day emerges from the canvas of night.
Color the sky with colors of hope.
The journey completed, the journey of the letter began.
Two stories intertwined in the heat of time
Going to town late, sending simple letters,
A memory becomes, a moment glorious.
And when I pull into the driveway,
I remembered that the beauty of life is in the little things.
The letter we send on the last journey of the night
The stories we live in, in rise and fall.
So, cherish every journey, every letter you send,
Because in them you give a piece of your heart,
Driving late into town, sending a simple letter,
A reminder that life's most precious moments are often fleeting.
