Getaway

A drove
of dust
danced
in the
spotlight
of the
street
lamps.

Night
lights
put up
a
fight
with
darkness.

Blanketed
in black,
the
hill top,
the trees
and the
wayward
breeze
fell asleep.

The brilliant
moon
waxed
eloquent.

Negligible
sounds
reverberated
in the
blaring
silence.

Thousands
of miles
away,
he
put out
the
reading
lamp
and
stared
down
at a
gossamer
web
of lights…
not knowing
others
were
gazing
up at the
three
beams
of light
that
set his
ride
apart
from
a shooting
star.

A few
steps
too far
and she
merged
into
the night.

Two
down
and two
to go;
fear
tapped
on your
shoulder.

Buildings,
bus stops
raced
past
as Dire Straits
sang
a serenade
and
in that
wind-blown
moment,
we had
it made.