The Traffic Light

The traffic light stands still
the moonlight yet so dull
night spreads it's wings
the dust settles down
droplets of rain rustle on the window
cars screeching
brakes.

fingers tender drumming on the wheel
running one hand through silken tresses
caressing eyes on the rear view mirror
flooded bright lights

speed up
push the pedal
giving gas, engine thrusts power
buzzing by like the wind, wheezes away the wagen
along wet lanes, alone the stars shine far above

Alas, a color determined it all...........