I imagine you are right beside me in my truck.
I can feel your warm touch on my arm.
I can smell your sweet fragrance next to me.
It would be so easy just to cry right now.
The air is too thick and the night is too dark,
Without you.
I am driving slower than I have to.

I love the spirit of Santa Fe, southern Texas small towns,
Fresh hay, tall grasses, tallow trees, crawfish castles and
The way your hair blows in the wind like a horse's mane.
And I love holding hands with you in the pasture of my youth.

I am driving slow and feeling the residue of a friend's funeral.
Tears still have shadowed memories upon my cheeks.
I could hear the echoes of the angel's words reverberate around me.
I am blinking back the moisture.
I am thinking of you and of love.
The world is lonely sometimes.

I saw a lone snowy egret today out in the marsh.
As still as a mimosa tree,
As solitary as me in this truck on this dark highway,
And I dwell on how I stand alone, patient like the egret,
Waiting, searching the water for the continuation of life.

I yearn to fly into sunsets.
I dream of sleeping in on Sunday,
My heart next to yours,
And my life curled up beside me.

Cowboy hat pulled down low.
I hide the moisture on my cheeks.
I drive slower than I have to.
I feel as if you are sitting next to me,
And I search the dark highway for your eyes,
Watching me.

The air is too thick and the night is too dark.
And my soul searches for you.
I can hear you whisper to me on the wind.
Words that slip into my heart like ghosts.
Home is getting closer and the wind dries my face.

I keep driving slower and wish you were here.
My cowboy hat slips lower and I glimpse a flicker of lightning.
I can't hear the thunder only your whisper in my ear.
A whisper of forever love.

By:Doug Hiser