My time

When daylight gives way to the moon,
when the hustle and bustle dies down,
I love the sound.

The sound of slowed down chatter,
where talk of life is all that matters.

Where the grind of work departs for the day.
When life gives living its way.

More pages, in the big book...

We all live for the travel the journey,
The emotional rides that take us to places filling the pages of our story.

But pit stops we do not expect, ones that leave too much room for retrospect.
But I guess the search and journey is in hopes of the find.
Of what we yearn and wish for in time and mind.

Is it that simple? We tend to ask blind.
Not checking before we take a step forward from what we leave behind.