Sometimes when Im sitting in the car alongside in the passengers seat Next to my Love as he travels to our next destination, Im busy driving elsewhere.
I may be driving to many a years ago to childhood memories as we pass certain familiar spots, Or busy daydreaming to the inspirations from the music on the radio.
Ill travel to the good times of a youthful childhood when passing an old country spot where a home once stood. All the beautiful sunshine days I spend outside as a little girl, Or the magical Christmases celebrated in that old house, Although it no longer stands, the picture is forever built in my mind.
There have been ties weve passed a public park in my old hometown and Ill daydream When my Love and I began dating
So many summer nights spent laughing and frolicking in that park
And then Ill turn my to my Love and smile, Then grab his hand, as we continue to drive.
Minutes later, as a memory passes, As song will dance to my ears from the radio, and yet Carry my mind miles away again.
I may dream of dancing, stardom, the old high school days, Love, Or even my little girl, all grown up. It shall depend how those musical cords shall hit me.
Slowly, silently, Ill drift off to my special dreamland. Relaxed, with memory tunes playing i n my mind.
Before I know it, my Love softly nudges me and reports, Honey, were here.
And our destination is met for many more memories to be created, Driving down those dreamy roads.
Ariana R. Cherry is a self published poet and handmade jewelry artisan. She resides in Central IL with her husband and her daughter. You can purchase her jewelry at http://www.sentimentaljewelrycreations.com or read her Poetry at http://www.arianacherry.biz.
Author:: Ariana Cherry
Keywords:: Poem, Poetry, inspirational Poetry, Mask, Love
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