i look up
at stars, and then back down
to the street lights all around.
the traffic lights are steady green, so we keep on going
towards the lights
that give direction, and shape the night.
hundreds of cars drive the opposite way;
their white head lights are a sea of soothing rage.
we pass by parking lots and signs
with buzzing lights and stories unkind.
the air is cool, the night calmingly crisp...
and i wonder if i'll miss my home,
or if i could be any happier than this.
i lean my head back as we drive on;
i look up
at stars, and sneak a yawn,
then smile at the breaking dawn.
