Flying High

Gold Chariots afire today,
Dark, driven roads,
The chauffeured ones coming down
Palm lined streets and avenues of time

Timelessness in thought, lest we forget
How things begin in our youthful sway,
The sun at night shines the midnight alleyways
As the old town dies,
Facing the ancestor sun
Birthing the dawn of new creation

A bridge appears in the distance,
As we leave smokestacks, thunder and rain...

DEATH

Then crossing over into bright morning to embrace the wild
Borne unto new dances
Ride into midnight and unto midnight riding
Hello Angel,
Ride into the new day which is yours
Flying High