The lights cut through the darkness.
The stars shone in the sky.
I was driving at horizon.
At the edge of me oh my!
I was looking for the signpost.
That said, ‘There might be more.’
I missed it at the crack of dawn.
I was dreaming of the shore.
I was wading in the shallows.
In water salt and cool.
The smell of baking filled the air.
Where they taught the ‘golden rule.’