Highway

i found the highway waiting for me that day.
i didn't know who to blame.
i found it waiting, vast, empty, calling
i left before they could call me back.
the grass stretched endlessly from where i stood
flowers beckoning
with voices softer, wilder than the grass
saying, who are you? who do you want to be?
maybe you want to join us here, sleeping here beside the highway
listening to the rhythm of the cars
listening to the rhythm of your heart.
the sky is just a souvenier of the heavens you once visited.
i hear a roar drown out their voices.

oh grass, i will join you
gladly and eagerly i will join you
so happily i will join you in your haven below.
i am singing, i am coming
i will not leave you waiting
even as this roar drowns out your voices from my ears.
i will join you, flowering in the dust
for what is man but flowering dust?
from the dust i was made,
and now i will return.

the last thing i remember
staring down at an infinite yellow line

line of my longing.