The carriage of Death waits for me,
on this restless night of reverie.
It waits outside my bedroom window,
dark and somber, like a grieving widow.
It opens its doors and it whispers:
"Come in!".
And as I walk through the floor, I feel a need from within,
to follow those words, to do as I'm told,
to let the moonlight bathe me, body and soul,
and ride through the night, wild, young and free,
without a care in the world.
I feel the need to,
let my fears go,
let my mind soar.
So I do just that, I climb up there,
Into the seat, that was made for me,
and the undertaker
pulls me into his arms,
as the wheels, they start to turn.
Bellow the city, above the stars,
A wonderful journey is about to start.
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Thoughts, Memories and Dreams From Long Ago - A Poem Collection.
PoetryOld poems, cellphone notes, and long lost verses that I've recently re-discovered.
