Dim Roads

I sit wide-awake looking out across the barren earth of the country
Feeling the wind across my face through the open windows
Listening to the sound of the tires soaring across the faded road
The stars shining brightly across the sky
Lights from the cities so far away line the horizon in a magnificent glow
Lightning bugs flash off beat
I pass through one sleeping town then the next
All these things fitting so perfectly together
In a rhythm running over and over in through my head
And if I listen closely I can hear the voices of the fields
Telling long told stories of the past
Always amazed at what I behold

Not knowing what I might pass next