The drive home
It was a pleasant drive home,
Sometimes I see the sky blue,
Other times grey,
Other times a garden variety of shapes and colors,
But this hour of the day,
I see a fluffy pink arch,
A grey cloud with a silver lining,
And a silent crescent moon, repeatedly looking at me every time I look up.
A friendly star twinkles
I am falling for their quietness
For its electrifying beauty
I still stand in awe at my nearby
Far, far, far away distant neighbors.
Distant neighbors