**
I’m glad they kept those streetlights,
above the treetop row.
I’m glad they held on long enough
to be too old to go.
I’m glad they keep them lit at night
but even by the noon,
I’m glad to see their silver hint
at faces of the moon.
A million lives now walk these roads
some million walked before.
A million others toiled and mourned
upon this mortal shore.
A million worries bore their loads
beneath these sizzling guides.
A million lives now walk these streets,
their worries at their sides.
A sunset and a moontower
will make the thing alright.
Some stars and moon and moontower
will hold the glass upright.
These moths and dusts and moontower
will dance, just like they’ve done.
No battles lost, just moontower.
No battle to be won.
**
