Ghostriders

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

If you listen, you can hear them,
If you gaze into the distance,
There's a shimmer of movement sublime.
A break in the wall of eternity,
And they are with us again,
Those heros of the heart,
Who made you dare to dream,
Take to the edge of possibility
The hunger that drives ambitions.
Ghostriders.

You can hear them in the early morn,
Before the sun is more than a suggestion,
Whispering, today....today....
For tomorrow is nobody's promise.
Find and follow your dreams,
Dare to take a chance,
For to wait for something to come to you
Is a fool's dream at best.
Reach out, grab life, hold on fast.
Ghostriders.

From the room's edge you hear them,
"Go for it girl,
Don't give up on life."
From the doorway you can hear,
Spread your wings, you can fly."
From the window someone says,
"Do it your way or not at all."
The air vibrates all around,
"Be who you are at all times,
And never settle for being less."
Ghostriders.

Listen, you can hear them,
Those heros who lived life fully,
If you look, you will find them
In the gray of unspoken dreams,
The place where the soul
Touches the heart is their home.
Ghostriders, whispering, today....
For tomorrow is not a promise,
And yesterday is forever gone.
Ghostriders.