Dreaming rides – Dreaming rides!
You have yet shown me lives –
Of Roads, Music, and Chides –
To what loathes me. No hives –
Of bees to swarm my mind!
Who sat me in this van –
But Destiny? How kind –
Be his warm leading hand!
All seated in leather –
Belts bound us together –
Proceeding past weather –
Forecasts of novelty!
Ah yes! There is something to be said for a simple ride in the van...where nothing is required but day dreaming!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great rythm, perfect length.