Heal me when I need a salve
Show me when I question what I have
Follow that road
Into the gloam
Revel in what’s showed
As it guides me home
Salt winds as fuel
When I’m hurting and sore
Rebirth and renewal
On highway 64
Crumbling structures in amber air
Bearing witness mute
Reek of rust and despair
Of time’s passage acute
Argyle shadows dapple a bridge
A checkerboard of transience
Hope lies over that ridge
Revealing the ocean’s ambience
So cradle me in the crescent
Of a sentient wave
Mold me to the present
A soul to soothe and save
An answer for every because
Restored once more
Now bear me back to what I was
On Highway 64
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