Wedges Driven

twenty hours on a rolling road
a hunt for ours, some holy ode
some bitter hymn to the ancient limn
of moons and looming seraphim

and dashboard stars, they wink at me
they shimmer like a light that bleeds
some bloody hue, but all it means
is missing you

and maybe if i close my eyes
the white dress won't be there tonight
and maybe if i swerve just right
i won't be coming home tonight