8 P.M. the Earth droops its heavy eyelids;
only a slimmer of light remains.
Our laughter waltzes freely through the open windows,
as we glide along through the gentle night,
tires licking the slick city roads,
fingers combing the crisp autumn breeze.

9 P.M. the Earth rocks in its cradle, asleep;
the slimmer of light has begun fading.
Somewhere in time, I have lost you.
The wheels travel silently,
rounding the bend of the convenience store.
The scent of sizzling sausages seeps into the emptiness
that you once made so full.

10 P.M. the Earth comes to a stop, motionless;
the slimmer of light is long gone.But I don’t care because I finally found YOU.
Above, thousands of dangling stars
reach down to caress our fluttering hearts.
And together we drive toward our final destination,
some brave new world over the horizon..