poem for a silent car ride

See the sand swirl
across the barbwire
And the almond trees
fanning like a swarm

you give me isolation
words are never born
Just road and quiet
lies between two forms

Cast the moon skyward
hung low and stillborn
Cold creeps in windows
Sun gleaming dies to mourn

Please break this silence
words drown as they form
bridge your precipice
Satin your words warm