the connect...a highway

the road that ran empty
like a highway cool air in my head
and big trailers hissing soft
caused the connect...
'relazione con dio...'
they say...
those people in robes...

Earlier
i had no belief as such
cares of the world had i much...
and then He happened
full of dark...He happened...
was it His subplot?
'only in pitch black dark
one sees the light'
they say...
those people in robes...

and
soon after that
'relazione con dio...'
it happened...
like the road empty - a smooth highway...
and big trailers on their way
to reach faraway towns...
with essential supplies
of life...
sped sending the wind through my hair...
combing a sleepy soothing feel
and transporting also the morning air...
Of this state...perhaps...
to another city...town...
up the hill...
and also down...
to that greenish valley...
they just carry...

'relazione con dio...'
they say-
those in robes...
and i felt it on the highway...