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