Along The Long Road Poem by James Walter Orr

Easy asked the long hauler,
'What passed in the night? '
and if some sort of vision
had passed through her sight?

Did the sounds of the tire-treads,
some message relay?
Did they sing her a love song
of some other day?

Did the thoughts of a soft touch
intrude on her mind?
Did the thoughts of a lost soul
make two of a kind?

Has desire touched her yet where
soft brushing lips might
fall as soft as a whisper
that comes in the night?