Nighttime

Nighttime: 

My eyes drooping.

The night sky, black as paint.

The nocturnal still venture out in 

these ungodly hours. 

No sunlight or moonlight to guide us home. 

Just the cars in front of us, 

fleeing like a herd of ants.  

The dark billowy shadows of the mountains and trees. 

Remind of a time, 

Once in Hawaii, 

When we drove to a mountain. 

Many mountains and trees are in Hawaii too,

and they cast long shadows over the streets. 

The night is long and far. 

And I wish to be under the covers of my bed, 

shrouded in warmth and comfort. 

But if this is where I must be

then I’ll be here. 

In the darkness of the night. 

Where the coyotes still venture out. 

And the only light are the herd of cars. 

On this long winding dark road.