Twinkling 'round — eternal fireflies caught over the sable bonnet of a forgotten car — the illuminant candle flickers of the night whispered over the car body left in the quiet scrapyard. Stories raveled deep inside the shadows of the blissful engine bay worn under the heretofore life of someone with great reverence.

A gentle smile — eternally embedded into the car's "face". While there was no one to wait for — he watched…a silent audience of one; observing the frigid breeze howl over the fallen…remnants of history coming to rest…or to fly — new life passed to the hundreds wandering the patched pavement, hundreds more would travel across the horizon beating higher and higher up the land.

The night lugged on, and the flurry of the eternal lasting sky sang the little creature within to sleep — calling to the firebird trapped under the light of moonlight to press on — but he only watched and remembered the dying song of his fallen friend. The night kept long mixing the lights above into colorful displays of waves, tides traveling across the sky in sparkling green — curtains raised and never falling; dancing in a hushed ripple of light. The black trans-am took a breath of light…the sky drawn to the crystal of his panels shimmering his youth. The strength of a beating heart pulsing steadily in time with the rise of a new moon.

It had been a good run — He was sure of it.

The scars of former years called to him now — a tide of pride; of remembrance of those who he'd never forget…Even stricken with an empty fuel tank, isolated in the fretful lot he wished for the day a new "hello" would take over the lasting goodbye calling him every night.