A Highway In The Moon

A Highway In The Moon It has been long since I have seen the stars And long since I have traveled West to East, Because age holds me with his prison bars, Without parole, without hope of release.

It does not bother me that youthful sleep Has left me in a daisy chain of hours, Or that the morning watch that I must keep Does peer from fragile lids where motion cowers.

My life is flowing through an hour glass And time illumes the clock face of the night.

Present holds his calands in the past And I have much to do before comes light.

Although I cannot travel where sage blooms, I shall rove all the highways of the moon.

Carl Estrin