Lost Highway


highway (Photo credit: scot63us)

A scratched message on a dirty mirror
In this rest room of this station
Spoke of coldness, spoke of mystery
And some deeper, dark elation
‘Come and join me’ it has whispered
‘Come and see me, come and play’
But I’m teetering on the verge now
Of this forsaken lost highway

Nameless girl’s sweet invitation
In what fabled year and day?
Was she in love, infatuation
Was something deeper on display?
All the promise of a beckoning
In this dark, dank, brittle place
Her lost highway just a beacon
But she’s floating out in space

And of what it was she found here
There is nothing, not a trace….

© Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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12 Responses to Lost Highway

  1. excellent poem…loved every line.

  2. Reminds me of the time I went into the men’s room at LaGuardia airport and “Hi Sweetie” was written on the mirror in lipstick. Couldn’t help but wonder for whom the message was written. I will confess. at the time I had wished it was for me. So well done Helen.

  3. This is great Sis! 😉

  4. Gorgeous Helen you write so naturalyl in rhyme

  5. Skye says:

    Well done, Sis!! 🙂 xxxxx

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