one last time

there are so many things that i want to say tonight, it seems almost incapable as we drive through the mountains twisting and turning like the sunset into the blue twilight where the low clouds and the fog seep through the trees hovering close to the evergreens calm and collected deep and submissive free and expansive i touch the cold glass and blur along looking over a valley, a field, a barn an old white farm house with classic window shudders the paint is chipped and peeling away near the house, the elk have come they are eating, they are silent they are gathered and hidden in the landscape and we pass along, unnoticed as our headlights cut the highway there are so many things that i want to say as the heat blows out through the vents and i warm my hands on my legs sitting crossleged in the passenger side wanting to feel you like i used to i can't read you like i used to you see right through me like you always have you're driving and i want to hold you hand the clouds, white on purple, make reflections in the mountains becoming hills all is flat and under water there was rain and there was flooding now the world is upside down and i can see moons on the horizon i can almost see you smiling by the dim lights on the dashboard there are so many things that i want to say this silence is killing me now and the fields are becoming buildings the buildings becoming cities our highway winds through tunnels, under bridges and i wish there was a way to reach you though you are only inches away i can almost feel you breathing and i don't think i can take it the fire in your eyes has faded and left to become these city lights the oranges and yellows on the streets the white shine in the windows there are so many things that i want to say but i simply cannot form the feelings into words i want to be back in the fog by the old diner built upon the mountain side near the old farm house in the field and pine let me touch you one last time