Late night roads
all look the same.
I know,
for I've traveled.

When the moon
glimmers through
tree branches,
and owl hoots.
I climb through
my window,
and become
an explorer.

Tracing the pattern
of the stars
with my hands.
Walking among
each planet.

And as the sun
begins its morning
journey.
I ride atop
its rays.
To my window
and back to
a normal
existance.