Written by: Danielle White

The rain-soaked road is deeply black
and shiny, like it's been shellacked,
the stoplights yellow, green and red
reflected, streaks of color bled.

Blindly, cars go flying by,
the beauty lost on jaded eyes,
this scene, it takes my breath away,
the light and water's interplay.

Each edge is sharp, each hue intense,
my heightened senses seem immense,
I wonder if my sight's so clear
because the end is drawing near.

©Danielle White