Sing to Me

I prefer the windows down at night.
With roads winding, narrow, without white lines.
The air is light and crisp.
Melodies of insects, attracting mates,
is just as alluring to me as it is to them.
My response feels primordial.  
My senses calm, my aches relax away,
and my thoughts return to simpler things.
I remember how much I love my mother.
Is this how we used to be?
Small colonies & tribes,
A crackling fire for protection,  
Infinite stars above,
Muffled laughter made by lovers in love?
Watching the cycles of generations arise and fall before your eyes?  
The young become the old.
Under the sky, over the earth, within the same melodies of yesterday.  
Relaxing to the comfort that their vibrations bring.
Until closing our eyes one last time, for eternity.