Organs broke thunder
Through clouds of heaven
While doves spirited
A wide-awake call
Destined for a wild ride
Through paradise
Leaving an echo
Ricocheting off
A mystery that did not exist
Until forever remained
Unexplained
And lost.
Tag: ride
Foggy Mirrors (day 2601)
It’s a damn shame
You used to ride around with foggy mirrors
In my largely used mind
Spinning wheels that ran me up
To a hundred miles an hour
Your headlights were my exposé
Dangling freely from the eye
Of my rear view mirror
But now the brakes have been applied
Shifted back down to first
Greens and reds and stop and go
City streets commanding slow
Keep of You (day 2496)
Take me on your ride
Golden hour has found me here
A single violin to carry us
Like moondust in a summer breeze
Book me into all your spots
Naked here in all my thoughts
For afternoons spent with you
Love me in a motion picture
I shall keep of you.
Monument / Memory (day 2331)
If I give in
If I back down
In a memory
Ride together again
Old and gone
How could I ask
Forget me then
Sweeping mountain top
Monument
As a visitor
Photograph
Pages torn away
Pastoral Views (day 2241)
Take me for a ride across
Sloping countryside
A river bend, pastoral views
Anglican church cemeteries.
Imagine if we could have
A baker’s dozen head of sheep
A flock to tame and feed with our
Four acre rolling range.
Our horses would be roaming, too
With healthy pasture grass
A good life for the lucky few
We’d ride bareback in play!
On Sunday’s we’d clamber over
Through the forest trail to
An ocean beach a short walk away
To laze about in deep rich red sand
In search of sea life washed up
Amusement for our childish minds
Every day till never end.
Then, towards the eve
We’d find our way
To our favourite perch where to
A book of tales would remind ourselves
How rich a life we do lead.
Magic Carpet Ride (day 2214)
Relentlessly pursuing
Each breath
That leaves me happy
To have found flight
That took me
Placed me upon this
Magic carpet ride
Moon at Midnight – Part XXXXXV (day 2029)
Two weeks after Willow had been run
She was feeling good enough
To go back out and try the passage again
So, we packed up
And headed out in the same direction
This time we passed over the woodland
And made it to Amy & Frank’s
Within four days of riding
Very slowly
For it was still a little bit tender
For Willow to ride for too long at one time.
Amy, Frank and Clarinet were ecstatic to see us
They had a new baby boy named Jack
Who Lily of course fell in love with right away
So Lily and Clarinet played house
With the three of them
Taking extra special tender care
Of the little baby Jack.
Willow and I enjoyed the baby too
And I could see that she was thinking about
Having our own little Jack
But we didn’t talk about it
We were too distracted with conversation
Willow and Amy got along really good
I was happy to see that,
And Moon Cow, Frank and I
Mostly worked in his garden and shop
Helping him with some of his projects
We made poles and fixed some fences
Milked his goats and churned the butter
Fed the chickens and chopped some wood
Sharpened some axes and shooed his horses.
Every night we felt like a family
All sitting around anywhere we could
Eating what Amy and Willow had made
They were both interested in exchanging recipes
From each other’s minds
Willow always had so much to share with Amy
About herbs foraged from the forest
Willow learned so much from Amy
About things like flour and pastries
I could see her eyes expand
Watching some of the techniques
Amy did with her oven.
Gypsy Slide (day 1907)
There are circles bouncing all around
Get out, get the animals calling loud
Running rhythm deep inside
Hallelujah ride my Gypsy slide
Soul rumbling to the left, begun
You are the guideline when rhythms on
Let loose all the fretting critters
Come and catch what’s rumbling loose
Calling all banana jacks
Plug electricity into the sky
Lord the fruit into sweet blossom
Hallelujah ride my Gypsy slide
Knuckle Symbol (day 1836)
Took me on a ride along
To which I was tied tight
Had a symbol on my knuckle
A human rights violation.
As air began to choke,
And smoke thickened over water
And my cement buzzed along
Towards a dotted line.
Lines of my Heart (day 1157)
A heart is a weathered blanket
Alone on the porch
Blowing in the wind.
And I can’t see the end.
When we open our hearts
They’re alone for the ride
Like yesterday’s news.
And I can’t see the end.
A cure is buried
Like lines of my heart
Broken and bent.
And I can’t see the end.