There's a Highway in the sky
with a great road paved with blue expanse.
And the cars are made of moisture.
But these giants don't putter
they SAIL, drift , and c r e e p
in whatever path they please.
There are no red lights up there,
And in the traffic,when pavement's cluttered,
there's no honking- no exhaust-
Plenty of room to breath.
There's an atlas in the sky
made of dreams, and the pages are golden.
And red and purple.
Each of us navigates using the molten lamp that slowly sinks.
And when the power goes out above us,
there are softer lights that awaken.
And a sleepy, glowing Rock conducts our dreams
to the farthest reaches of the dark deep
and the glitter where we long to be.