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Mon 30 Jun, 2003 11:37 pm
My tail lights flying faster than thoughts,
Disappearing into visions only I have seen.
To crawl beneath atmosphere barely begins birth;
Running to end of mortal existence only a start.
Please allow me to take you to that place;
Hold my hand and we'll soar beyond this earth,
Out into a wild black yonder lit by a trillion suns.
Our spirits breathing life for us as they always have.
© 2003 Robert William Gruhn A.R.R.
Ok I'll go to that place! :smile: As someone who enjoys travel by car at high speeds, I enjoyed your poem very much. I found something here I could relate to, and isn't that an essence of great writing?