RIDE ON

Wind so soft...

from each breath I take.

Rain begins pour down my face.

from my eyes which are full of fear.

I lost my friend this very night...

I should have been there.

A shadow covers my head,

as I can never say bye.

I just hope he knows I was always here.

Strap on my helmet,

and start up the bike...

this is no longer a ride,

but a memory in my life...

Of the time we shared riding at night,

No destination...no were to go...

just following the moonlight

just letting our sprits roam free in the air and looking over and smiling

as we new we were there.

The closest feeling of feeling free.

The closest feeling of feeling complete.

He is on a ride he shall not return,

doing what made him smile all

throughout

the night...

This ride is long and maybe cold but he does not fear because he is not alone...

He is filled with warmth from the family GOD gave him and that alone will take him home.

Each day I ride I know he will guide me,

and I thank you Tom.