Where are You Going?

Where are you going Reaper Man?

I watch you ride by, silent and absorbed.

What are you watching with your eyes of gold and endless obsidian?

Arid vistas, fabled cities, towers of dunes,

They flash by, places caught in time, crumbling into the past,

A memory of when we were young.

 

Where have you been Reaper Man?

How we feared your coming, a shadow fleet and grasping in the night.

How wrong we were, eyes dimmed by fear and blinding light.

I yearn to hear of your adventures, songs of love and whispered regrets.

Sing to me lone traveller, garbed in leather and wreathed in smiles.

He speaks and entrances, holds spellbound:

I rode on the wings of dawn, endless roads and too brief sunrises.

My kisses fall on parchment skin and babe in arms,

They embrace me warmly, ride pillion without a backward glance,

Seeking the wonder of life that is to come.

There are no final endings, no final tears, only new beginnings.

Only new roads to ride on, caffeine fuelled encounters in nomad camps,

Magic infused silences before oceans of blue.

 

What can I say Reaper Man?

How your songs of strangeness and wonder hold in thrall,

Echoes of our own longing cascading,

Falling like waterfalls through the canyons of eternal dreams.

What can I say mighty Azrael, so named Angel of Death?

How we feared your coming, a shadow fleet and grasping in the night.

How wrong we were, eyes dimmed by fear and blinding light.

With eyes of gold and endless obsidian you peer into what we were and will become.

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photo credit: Neil. Moralee See the light. via photopin (license)

Where are you going Reaper Man?

Lone traveller garbed in leather and wreathed in smiles.

Straddling oceans of time, shaping destinies.

Bringer of infinite grace, bestower of visions unsurpassed.

I watch you ride by, silent and absorbed.

Fellow travellers on endless roads, through cities of steel and glass,

Through wildflower meadows and oceans of blue.

Exchanging smiles and imperceptible nods.

 

Where are you going Reaper Man?

What are you watching with your eyes of gold and endless obsidian?

Arid vistas, fabled cities, towers of dunes,

They flash by, places caught in time, crumbling into the past,

A memory of when we were young.

A homage of sorts to the great Angel of Death, Azrael. Not your usual subject for a, what can I call this offering? A road trip with a leather garbed angel. I’m neither a poet nor a writer of songs, so this is a Pong. Sorry! My melding of a poem and song…Does it work I ask you dear Reader?

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13 comments on “Where are You Going?

  1. Running Elk says:

    ‘Tis a most sublime Pong, dear Writer. Works most wonderfully. 🙂 ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  2. stevetanham says:

    Reblogged this on Sun in Gemini and commented:
    Just so good…

    Liked by 1 person

  3. ghostmmnc says:

    Very cool! As you say, it works as both a poem and a song…so Pong it is! 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

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