Midnight Drive

Across the oceans of the mind,
As if a black wild horse, our conscience gallops
Through cloud and mist,
Raiding the skies...

A midnight ride through time and revelations...
A solemn vast kingdom plumed with shades and valleys...

Through blossoming gardens with blood-red roses...
Through age-old forests filled with trees that reach infinity...
Through deserts where the evening breeze pierces the bones...
Through oceans raging with vendictive waves...

A ride through life, through death and anguish,
Where hopes of survival diminish by the moment...

We ride this beautiful restless animal, born to raid the human soul
Trapping each thought with its dashing grace
And let the wind run through our hair...

Midnigt ride...
Light and darkness alternating through leaves and solid ground...
The air and the mist define its borders
And at the end, its pace will slow down,
Lost among dreams, hopes and expectations...
A deadly finishing line leading to immortality...