Three stars of the Orion’s belt
Reflections gone astray,
The glassy air with every bite
Sucks empty breath away
Lanes flash: white, yellow, interchange,
The shackles of asphalt,
The highway’s empty curves encase
In silence of the night
And every curve and turn is strange,
Unseen, what will they show?
The miles fall down like scimitars
And time falls down like snow
The broken crescent moon is stoned
It mellows up above,
Its hazy features underline
Its smile - garlic clove
The brown rice of earth and snow,
The wind is crying free,
The curtain’s drawn, forget the show
Night issues its decree
Highway at Night
© Copyright: Даниил Яник, 2007
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