We drive
out from the dark and timbers,
into humble fields glistening with untouched snowfall.
Around rim the everlasting pines and the outlines of bare maples.
Vast clouds veil the starry night,
On the edges,
mocking northern light,
are the spots of city life.
The suspense is endless with thrill
to finally arrive home.
Stables and barns
we pass by.
Footprints marked
pointing above to
extravagant mansions the keepers live in.
The road goes on,
unafraid to stretch.
Suddenly
streetlights appear,
leading us on to our modern civilization.
Factories, warehouses, and such now at our rear.
We reach the highway,
busy and all.
It's not lonely,
yet it's 4 o'clock?!
Finally,
I'm home,  
Ecstatic