Travelling on

The wide open road, and

The deep blue sky.

Sprinkled cloud flecks, and

Canola yellow hills reeling by.

Here we are, and

There we've been. It's been

Dark and it's been light and

It will continue to roll on.

Torrid sundown with biting

Bugs and the raucous of birds

Screaming their insults and the

Steadily sinking blaze of a love.

As the coals start to jut forth

From the flames and heat fades

Away, and we turn to our beds

And turn in from the cold night.

And in the morning the fire is gone,

The ashes blowing about in a

Bright morning breeze and we look at

Each other, strangers, and leave

Fellow travellers on the wide open road,

Together for an incandescent moment, now gone.