Driving Through the Night

When it's all done,
and the chatter of the day
leaves you for awhile,
and only the radio is there
to witness your streams
through a
windshield of wishes,
all obligations dry up
to let your river open.
It's a quiet mind embrace
and you can finally
hear your waterfall
as solitude washes over it.
Like waves of years
you can surf
there are sights unseen
that only your
mind's eye
has permission to swim.
The dance of a thousand kind gestures,
someone scenarios and
conversation circles
all that you can remember,
loop through your spirit
like fresh water springs.
It's all there
raining in
until your ride
alone
ends.