Euphoria

I revel in:
The early morning drive home,
When the streets are empty,
And the trees stand to attention,
Dark and still in their silent vigilance.
The brisk air condensed,
Moist mist hanging low,
Illuminated into shimmery halo’s
Under softly glowing lamps.

The world slumbers,
Peace permeates,
And I am
wishing I could drive and drive,
hoping it would last forever,
The exhilaration
that I am,
alive.