THOUGHTS ON THE INTERSTATE
When the west becomes the east
And you’ve only just arrived,
Then the land and the sky are new and different—
Wonderfully unfamiliar.
When the west becomes the east
And you laugh and wonder,
Then the joy moves within you,
And the beautiful woman moves closer.
For her touch you where born—
And you know this.
For her touch you live,
Once the distance between right and wrong fades away,
When the west becomes the east.
When the west becomes the east
And you’re walking the path,
The distance does not make you falter
And the river flows steady and true
Toward the open arms of the ocean’s welcome.
When the west becomes the east
The frightened armies lay down their weapons
And the light moves freely upon the water.
The people all rejoice and you learn your real name,
And at once know you have no need for it.
Eaglecrow
