Red Sliver Moon

[bilbo_tnu]

Through the glass,
the red sliver moon
guides me westward,
guides me home.
Lights flash
with an eerie resonance
commenting that fate
will catch up one day.
The tires glide
smoothly across
the black sea striped
with yellow and white
as hints of direction
sail by, suprising me
with comfort and contentment.
Whispers of wind
slip through cracks
and fill my ears
with the sweet hum
of mid-summer night's air
and half-quiet dreams
of what might come.
Through the glass,
the red sliver moon
guides me westward,
guides me home.