The Dust Road

As they drove the last few miles, the wind grew warmer
And he closed his eyes, fixing his mind on that evening
When they celebrated with a party

Everyone was there that night, alive and well
Taking joy in each others' company
Never thinking that things would change so much

That fixed point in his head was where he ran to
When the days were cold and bare
Perhaps he repainted the colours every time he visited

But it was his to do as he wished,
For there he was truly, truly happy,
That one perfect night before his world crumbled
And turned to dust. 


bobby stevenson 2013