Translucent Highway Poem by Lea Kardov

We travelled down the highway.
Was it yours or mine?
Some moon man looked through the window.
We didn't take our time.
Hypnotized by yesterday's glamour.
Homesick for a place we haven't seen before.
Only drawn into the eyelids of mister Moon.
Sick of control.

I dreamed of driving through our desert.
Summer inked into our skin.
Mister moon never doubted anything.
Reach the other side, where snow is warmer than this place of sin.