songs we are born with may be sung from sunrise to sunset
these tunes are our tunes life tunes strung to our souls journey
we must harmonize until the end the living the love the journey
our dreams run fly in the wind as bird songs whistle symphonies
synchronize moments melting from birth steps to chariot races
time is my rein held race the winds upon wild spirited horses
thunder wild horses racing through glorious mountain passes
dawn lit my way noon sun browned my back sunset red kisses
life a chariot race I raced death laughing cheating hairpin turns
death old friend let us race time again together in new universes
Dedicated to Pranab K. Chakraborty.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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I am blessed by having your dedicating light of poetic art. Many...many thanks for that. Secondly the poem is undoubtedly a pleasing symphony harmonising life and death by its eternal inclination to be exposed of through the so-called material shapes and shadows.Last line is perfect catastrophe to end this poetic journey: death old friend let us race time again together in new universes................Regards, Pranab k c............10+