Night Flight

The well worn asphalt blurs beneath
And fades through waves of blue
Just above their still frame crests
An airbrushed evening view
The sun shies from the well known day
And then, glimpsed down below
A jewelry box of cities shines
Upon its black silk pillow
The surf dissolves and beads reflect
The light encrusted sky
And bright eyes stare in wonderment
As through the night we fly