Un Lecteur Minuit Bas De la Route Rockville

I went on a drive Thursday night.
The rolling hills catching my sight.
I was filled with wonderment.
Oh how I adore,
my heart ready to soar.

I felt lost in my mind,
I had no miracle or sign,
I lost the time.

The wind whipping through my hair brought me back.
The cold air igniting a fire, and picking up the slack.
The music pulsing through the car,
Keeps my dreams close,
and the demons afar.

I went down the mountain,
and felt full as if I drank from
The never-ending fountain.

-N