Highway of hope

Long before dawn,
When the promise of a sky filled with sun
Waits in the shadow of night,
I drive.

The black highway shines with winter’s melted snow. 
Its wet light and straight white lines draw me forward, 
And moment by moment, the unknown is known. 

I go as far as I can see. Then further.
One point reached, and then another, 
I travel toward the hope behind the cape of night.