The road is my wedded companion. She speaks to me under my feet all <br />day, she sings to my dreams all night. <br />My meeting with her had no beginning, it begins endlessly at <br />each daybreak, renewing its summer in fresh flowers and songs, and <br />her every new kiss is the first kiss to me. <br />The road and I are lovers. I change my dress for her night <br />after night, leaving the tattered cumber of the old in the wayside <br />inns when the day dawns.<br /><br />Sir Rabindranath Tagore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lover-s-gifts-xlvii-the-road-is-2/
