Roadtrip

The policeman shines a light in my window
I retrieve my glasses to gaze
The sleepy full moon yawns at me
I instinctively yawn back

The sun set orange and blue
Against the hills of red and green
It was a colorbath so soothing
For this weary traveler's eyes

The horizons stretching wider
Than I ever thought they could
My heart grows to fill the spaces
What can I dream tonight?