36: Nocturne Blue

Winding roads under
Starry windswept nights
Crying owls preach their
Strong yet soft cries.
Lurking shadows following
Anxious glancing headlights.
Battering raindrops clog
And fog up windshield wipes.
Hissing grass whispers some
Dark and foreboding sighs.
City lights blink but
Seem so far from mine.
Now all's left to do is
Continue forward under
Nocturn blue skies.