The riders we once were

by Dave

Its two in the morning
on the dark side of the moon.
Lunar landscape zooms past so fast.

Time here goes slow
In the safety of a cocoon
and dreams come vivid.
Colours glow in a world of darkness.
Sureness a gift of the truly stupid.
If we knew the truth
we would cascade like lemmings

Zooming on the back lanes of memory,
two up and going for broke,
the riders we once were
no fear of death
cause death was for the old
not gods as bold as us,
ashes to dust, dust to ashes.
Wearing knee gashes like proud badges.

The ship comes round
in a burst of blue light,
morning dawns bright
across the dry rocks and canyons
of my lunar watch.

A hidden rider
Deep in space
thinking about lanes flown at pace,
a race among the riders we once were
remembered from a refuge
of safe stars.

© Dave Kavanagh @

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