I like to take the long way home,
The lazy road that wanders there
Among the sagebrush outside town.
I like to roll my windows down,
The cool air swooshing through my hair,
Bewitching me again to roam.
The sky shines blue after the rain
And stretches, touching earth on all
Horizons. Puffs of white and grey
Meander overhead. Today
The offspring of the sky may sprawl
Below where glints of rain remain.
The sunlight casts its magic through
The air. It catches in the mist
And turns the snowy peaks to gold.
It whispers stories to be told
Before the sleepy town is kissed
Goodnight and hopeless dreams come true.
The sunset beckons me to fly—
The spread of blue, the dash of peach,
The fire at the edge of day.
The best is not the quickest way,
But lies beyond time’s greedy reach.
I take the drive home through the sky.