The Color of White

This was the first poem I wrote that wasn't about my now ex-girlfriend. I wrote it as a fun poem about a young couple that spend their day taking a drive together, and discovering not only the world, but also themselves. The couple in the story doesn't reflect anyone in particular, it was written more as a poem that anyone who loves to travel and be with the one they love, will easily relate too.

The Color of White:

The sun had just risen.
When I picked you up.
When we both didn’t have a care in the world.
And as we blazed past town after town,
On that solid yellow line,
We had one thought on our mind,
How far until we reached the end of the earth?

The afternoon sun shone brightly now,
Showing in splendid glory this timeless landscape,
Of farmland and open pastures.
Where you could see for miles on end.
When the dotted yellow lines extended to the blue horizon.
We thought this truly was the end of the earth.
But we still had much more to discover.

The sun was setting now,
Lending us little time to leave out mark.
But as the dotted white lines blurred past us,
The descending sun illuminated the mountains before us.
And we were racing head on into them in the fast lane,
Not caring about our speed,
Just how fast the interstate would bring us there.

The sky is black now,
But the valley before us is ablaze with light.
The highway is aglow with streams of red and white.
The lines have disappeared into an ambient darkness,
Seen only when a stray beam of light strikes one.
Our journey was almost complete.

Dawn was breaking now,
The sky had become bright with colors of every hue.
The lines had stopped moving now,
Almost out of respect to the arriving sun.
The whole world was at peace now,
Silence filled the valley.
And we only had one thing on our mind,
How magnificent it was,
To watch the birth of a new day,
At the top of the world.