Motorcycle ride

He wore a plain white tee shirt
and fitted blue jeans.
He rode a 1978 Honda
He picked me up on my door step
like a real man should.

I swung my leg around
i felt good sitting on just 6 inches of leather
Two wheels under us
i held on tight.
we sped off into the summer haze.

We left the city behind
with every other care.
on those back roads going fast
everything was simple

the trees engulfed us
making a tunnel for our journey
we went back in time.
Passing through little towns from another decade
Nobody could see that we didnt belong
because
we fit in.

we walked around and chatted with the town folk
they liked us well enough
i thought they'd ask us to stay.
we dined, over a picnic cloth

we waved goodbye to the back road town
in the night, lighted by the moon
we road back to our existence.
back to city lights
but
i wanted to stay.

the curse of an Old Soul.

God,
You bore me to the worng time.
I wasn't meant for this world,
the way it is now.
I just dont fit.


Grandmother,
Trade me places,
Take Grandpa with you.
I want to live when you lived.
The passion everyone had,
It was real, they felt.
They Loved.
I want to feel and love,
and wear pearls.
I want to wear trousers that cover my navel,
and cotton dresses.
Tell me this is how it was.
I want to feel like i have the world at my fingertips.
Then give it all up for love,
and realize that this is my world.

Grandmother,

I want to live when you lived,
And Love how you Loved.


My Love,
Come back with me.
To when love came easy,
and stayed forever.
Then we would have already met,
All the way back to grade school.
We only lived blocks away.
You carried my books,
and i kissed your cheek..
We grew, and found
how big the world was,
and how small that town is.
We left a cloud of dust,
and some hushed good-byes.
Adventure in the headlights.


My Love,
we'd have grown our kids up,
the right way, slow and thoughtful.
we grew our own food,
and cooked every night.
i'd call them in for supper,
after they'd been playing in the dusk,
"wash up" I'd say.
because they would be dirty with real dirt.
kids don't get dirty these days.
we would have taught them to pray,
and love God.
You were my first love, my only love.
We'd be growing Old together,
With the wrinkles to prove it.
But i'm here, without you.
Find me... and lets go back.




God,
you bore me to the wrong time,
though its a harder path.

I now know why you put me here,

in this harsher world,

Longing for the years that i was made for.