Highway Spector

A formless spirit lurks tonight

Across the highway at twilight

Truly a most mysterious sight

A formless spirit lurks tonight

Through the shadows and crickets' song

The formless being moves along

Intent on learning right from wrong

Through the shadows and crickets' song

Past the flowers, purples and blues

Yet blinded by the dark to hues

Or always blind, say passing clues

Past the flowers, purples and blues

Between the silhouettes of trees

Into the nothing that he sees

Into the nothingness that he's

Between the silhouettes of trees

Beneath the clouds that warn of storm

A face of rage, both red and warm

Yet he'll not stop 'til he's taken form

Beneath the clouds that warn of storm

Through the woods he will escape

And hope to give his body shape

Trudging down the dark landscape

Through the woods he will escape