Headlights intrusive and distant.
In the backseat the lights pass by.
Fleeting yet lingering in blinding bursts.
The moon is full.
The night is blank and noir.
Grey velvet clouds embrace the moon and stars.
Blocking partial illumination.
All while highlighting new creations.
The hills roll on draped with clusters of cattle.
Like waves of sleep.
They crash into and mold with one another.
My eyelids are failing me.
The once army green mountains fade into an enigmatic black.
The cattle vanish.
The monotone metronome engines motor is a heartbeat.
Providing me comfort in my restless sleep.
The shift of gravel awakens me.
Towering buildings are where there was once greenery.
Honking and squawking of city goers invade my senses.
I am alone in the backseat.
I am alone in the car.
The car is off.
The heartbeat has departed.
Obnoxious sharp yellow arches have replaced the beguiling moon.
I unbuckle.
Detach myself.
Get out to stretch my growing limbs.
Go to search for her.
To no avail.
Like the mountains she is absent.
I enter the car again.
Buckle.
Lull back into a sleep.
I dream of the moon, the stars and mountains.
Oh how I miss her so.
The moon, mountains and shooting stars.
Now replaced with city lights.
But they aren't fleeting. They don't leave.
They stay.
They stay and blind me.