night drives

Why are night drives their own feeling?
Exhaustion eats away at my head,
A fuzzy feeling behind my eyes
But the view is worth it

Sunsets hit different, and music is better
Thoughts fill my head
The soft feeling of love fills my bones
I'm warm all over

We've been driving for hours
The road stretches on inevitably, wet with the afternoon rain
Hugging my knees, my eyes squeezed shut
A violet tear slipping down my cheek
I feel better

If days could be like nights,
Would I feel this all the time?
Warm, comfortable? 
Happy, loved?

Clouds fading gold with the dusk light,
Radio on max volume
Playing Gerry Rafferety
Sweatshirt on, staring at the darkening sky

My legs ache to be stretched,
But not the same way my body longs to be hugged
Or the way my thoughts crave to be let free
Or the way I desire perfection

This moment feels like poetry
A picture, suspended over time
A life, a memory, soon to be nothing but the past
I hope to fall asleep, just not now, let me live here forever

I dream up a life,
A perfect one,
While I stare out the window during these beautiful
Night Drives