Travelers

We are traveling
a flash
bright lights

time is passing
marching by

I look up and sigh
the night is gone

a little dawn is breaking
grey dawn

the morning is crisp, fresh

day after day

time is passing
marching by

I can hear it
zipping underneath

subconscious

and I see the passing of place and time
from night to day

we are traveling

time is passing
marching by

I look
and sigh