That Sweet Ride Home!

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That Sweet Ride Home!
In the morning coastal fog one can hear the sounds of the ocean surf as it comes ashore. But on the road above the sea the sound of a motorbike as it travels on the coastal plain, heading south along the Pacifica shore, you can hear the bike’s roar.
Oh at heaven’s gate angles watch as two souls head south with a heavenly sound, as the bike roars down the coast pass Sam’s, a place of fond memories, of meals with friends and family.
The bike moves on with two souls full of smiles.
On a sunny day through the towns and countryside, they ride. Then at highway 84 a left turn into redwoods they go, up the twisted road that climbs the mountainside, in and out of the shade of tall redwoods do they go, moving without care just two loving souls.
A lifetime of happiness has passed, but it’s not at an end.
As the two turn left at Alice’s heading north on 35, somewhere in mountain fog that kisses the redwood sky a small motorbike fades into the gray mist.
Upon wings of glory and sounds of angles the bike does leave its earthly mantle and climbs high into the heavens. No, the journey is not complete, it has just begun. There are worlds to be seen, there are roads across this universe where a bike should be run. This journey of love will transit the bounds of time. The love of two, Blain and Linn, will ride with the wind and the stars across the heavens into eternity.
Guildford H Windley
12/14/18