Settle In – A Sonnet

We wind ourselves along a country road

embrace the fields and stone, love is an ode

our vehicle moves along sharply, swift

beyond us left behind, a sort of gift

in retrospect, we are moving forward

hope to satisfy having the last word.

I walked outside and glanced upon the moon,

breathe in your tease; a certain need to swoon

when in nature’s path I believe, caress

beauty’s own elegance in our duress.

We will remember the breeze, we flew by

such private lives that were just asking why.

A brief glimpse of a melancholy tear

Shines lights upon the open road we fear.