Dark and Day

The sky is split with dark and day
And I am speeding between
Running from the murk and glum
That has followed me this way
With it's reaching fingers of
Barely tangible fear
It pushes away the sunshine
And any joy to be found from there
And I am speeding between
Fighting to reach that cloudless blue
Where the world becomes clearer
And my tranquility renewed
The world it shines!
The trees, their dead limbs beckon
Without nary a sallow thought
And in their spindly arms
I find comfort and support
And I am speeding between
The road it stretches straight ahead
And cars they trudge along
My companions on this thoughtless drive
It's meaning I hold deep
For in this very moment
All my thoughts, they sleep.
And I am speeding between.

(This is a piece about a fall day I had recently were I spent miles driving down straight highway with storm clouds on my back and the sunny skies in front of me. It was truly a beautiful image. So I sought to show it justice. I failed.)