Just another timeout

Have lost track of time

The days just disappear at a furious pace

Have begun counting full moons instead

Driving in the dark on the county road at 10 p.m.

No other traffic, just the forest, fields and full moon

Never as powerful as then, that silver white

Stops the car in the middle of the long stretch, turns off the ignition

In the middle of the road, everything goes dark

Just the moon and me

The silence and stillness, dark forest fully alive

Then that greatness becomes the little things

So the little things becomes that greatness

And all the boundaries of what I am disappear

Anything can happen

Timeless – this magic of the night