The Ride!!

by

Murli Menon

I've
been loitering again,
Over hills and valleys;
...of my own creation.
I wander....
...Over the blue waters of the ocean,
Untouched by storm or gale;
...Over swaying palm trees,
Which shelter those winged crooners.
I wander...
..Over mangrove swamps,
wherein dwell death in hiding.
...Over peaks and ridges
which astound the bravest;
...Over firs and birches,
Which crave to reach the stars.

At night I ride the crescent moon,
From one end of the horizon to the other
I flirt with the luminous stars;

As I pass them by.
Yet I am no winged bird,
Nor do I possess man made wings;
I am just a rider,
In the chariot of my dreams.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Sleeping
by: Faye Hoffman
from: Ketchikan, AK, US

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