Upon That Highway
Little lights endlessly torrent across highway and byway. By the way, I know your heart is gay upon that freeway! High, dry and within sky, she finds rest within the underground stillness of hours upon hours of staged driving. Plastered upon blacktop after edge; um, sister daughter has never been more on edge than right now! Moment of blood and breath pass and there she sits; train or trolley, mind over matter; sister truly does matter. So drive her into nightfall and dawn together, for there’s a contrast which will always bring modesty. Little lights forever cascade, bring me the babe and fade into highways, passing! Sister divine as eyes uncluttered, she is home and we, together as one, take on another dawn. Little lights, forever we are one!