Night Wandering

The whir of the engine

Breathing, sighing

The somber sounds

Of a peaceful place

The seat creeks

In the low light of the moon

Murmurs of world’s

No other can see

The world stretches far

Forward, backward

Side to side

Open and available


He lays silent by my side

The little ones

Sleeping softly in the back

The taste of love

In the air

The sound of content

In my ears

The moment sweet

As fresh apple pie

Never leave

Never go home

Stay forever

In this dream

Where the mind can wander

Without restriction

And the heart can wonder

Without conviction


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