Gravel Roads and Fields of Grass
written by: TM Arko
Let me go
Faraway
From the cruel cities
Frozen hearted sadness
Mechanized madness
The manufactured thoughts
Of darkness
Away from empty philosophies
Artificial atrocities
Take me out from
Concrete illusions
Far beyond
The mindless confusion
Where birds sing
Among the warm pure sky
Where I can breathe the free air
Before I die
The swaying trees whisper
While I am
Watching the river flow
Water wrapped around the hillside
In the mystic evening glow
Let me wander like
The chiming wind
Let me be free
Free to pursue
The perfect bliss of love
Far beyond the gravel roads
To fields of grass
Beneath the sun
The perfect soon will come
The false will
Fade away
Let me open my eyes to see
All the glory
Surrounding me
On every new day
I live in the Pacific Northwest. A small community with farms and antique shops. Lots of rivers and lakes and these are some of the themes I like. I am a technical writer by trade so poetry offers me an escape from the more mundane industrial articles I work on day to day. I love music and am a classic rock fanatic. Love good books and stories too.
Latest posts by TM Arko (see all)
- The Pain That Revisits - April 25, 2019
- On Atara Street - April 2, 2019
- What Vincent Would Paint - March 11, 2019
