Travel

She awaits. I'm on the road, at nights so cold, she's there, near, miles away.
I'm looking at it, the night, one buildings-free, to be seen again; pure deep spaced darkness, when the car I'm in stands the freezing winds for me.
Under the white, blue, black skies, eternally, I search for your replacement; but oh, do I look upon the stars for it, do I see pure heavy darkness, light blue wonders, stardust and hidden treasures;

And in that dense, unreachable, uncharted world, I still can't find beauty such to replace that of yours.