LATE NIGHT

Time

1975

Gazing through a glassy gap
as the night lies waiting
freeway lights still shine
but the world is asleep

This is my time
just the universe and I

All alone she lets me think
or work
or stare
through the darkness
towards the flickering lights
that die when day arrives
and makes the world
surge and throng
and break the spell

But, as the night must pass
so too must the day