Ride on, girls of the world, into the mist of our darkest fears, onto the plain of your
New discovery, up to the high ground of Youth's cemetary.
Bury the past, but remember the epitaph.
Squeeze out the sweets and sours from
Resurrected thoughts and visit with flowers, but mourn with
A shrug and a laugh.


Ride on, girls of the world, into the exotic night of your own fairy tale, while that
Distant Austin dusk fades into a zillion points of light. If I should see your
Desert caravan on the way to the promised land, I shall ride ahead to the next city to
Prepare a feast and a Babylonian Fest. Your mind's eye will lead you to my
Tent on the cooling sands under the sapphire shield, and while that loving blue blanket
Becomes transparent to the universe and the stars from which we come, we
Will raise our drinks high to the wind that blows West.


Ride on, girls of the world, with the circle that remains and see that we still reap what
We sow through another tricky day. The future shines bright with Angels
Sending light, so let's be on our way. There's nothing darker than a missed opportunity,
But in the end, all we can say is que seraÔ seraÔ, as we blast across infinity.


Ride on, and we will rendezvous in some strange place like a long-forgotten dream
Reborn in the passing thought of a child in some distant world away.


(Dedicate to April CJ, Melissa (wholesome Leona), Rina Cochina and Suzy Q)