Ghosts of the American Road

Comes to Light

Posted on Dec 23, 2014

Good days, numbered and packed away

Gracious and unafraid

We’ve come to let go


Place and faces, they shape us

Show us another way

To look at this life we’ve made

So far from home


Even though you might not believe in ghosts

Sometimes when we leave good souls

They haunt us for miles


Behold, sweet trailing wisps of smoke

A specter of love


Welcome us home


Roll on, onward and thru the dawn

Comes to light as we chase our hearts

Down the American road.