TO
REACH YOU...
Dust scatters in the wake
Thrown from the turning wheel
Wind bites your neck
Ray of light
Stings your eyes
Banked over
Kiss the tarmac
Speed
Miles travelled
Never near
Yet, so far
Pace, steady
Constant
Moving to the place
Of the distant yearning
In your heart
11/03/07
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