Night Mistress
Eyes feeling heavy, still there’s no reprieve
As every K draws me closer to my goal.
Thinking of my family, I start to grieve:
This mistress of night has taken my soul.
Bull lights shine, piercing the dark abyss,
Illuminated eyes glint in fear;
How many, I wonder become a near miss—
Dart into the scrub then disappear?
ZZ Top blast their tune to no avail,
My head’s ever cloudy on this chilly night.
Fresh cool air I deeply inhale,
Hoping back home, everything’s right.
My wife once again is sleeping alone,
I know she wishes I’d give it away;
Fearing the worst from the ringing phone,
Strength and bravery must be displayed.
White flash startles me from a trance—
Was this owl an omen, a greater spirit’s will?
Through the darkness I continue my advance,
Remembering, micro-sleeps kill.
Mirrors reflect an untraceable past,
Clearance lights snake into the distance;
Windscreen highlights the future so vast,
This old rig shows no resistance.
Now at a truck stop, far from family and home,
Glad my night mistress for the moment has gone.
Why do I do this? The answer remains unknown;
I’ll keep driving, I’ll continue on.
David J Delaney
29/01/2009 ©
Edwin
Fine metaphor of journey, and for me the second last stanza is simply excellent. Thank you.
John
Especially when she throws white paint at yah...
Line, line, line, line, line....Even when you're tucked into the sleeper!!
Glad you got a standing rousing round of applause.
:) HUgzz Ch'erie
Fee
I am not surprised (in the slightest) you received a thunderous applause; kudos to you!
"Night Mistress" kept under wraps until the big day is (put simply) poetic magic. I salute you poet.
Your mate in Melbourne, Stuart
Be always safe,
Karen
Gwendolyn