The Road is

The road is my wedded companion;

She speaks to me under my feet all day,

she sings to my dreams all night.

My meeting with her had no beginning;

it begins endlessly at each daybreak,

renewing its summer in fresh flowers and songs,

and her every new kiss is the first kiss to me.

The road and I are lovers.

I change my dress for her night after night, leaving the tattered

cumber of the old in the wayside inns when the day dawns.