My helmet is a snug fit even after 30 years
My bike is a soft tail custom, heavy in the custom
I miss my old shovelhead.
The streets have thinned out, not many people around
I love it, got the road for the most part all to myself
And the weather is perfect for a ride
The coronavirus at least in this little town has forced most hide inside.
But I’m in the wind with a full throttle smile
Listen outside your window and you’ll hear my Thunder Header roar for a good country mile
Chasing the wind and passing the virus, keeping it all in tune
Ain’t nobody’s going to stand in my way and no virus is going to ruin this day.
They say thousands have died and more on the way
I don’t believe it
I’ve got the sun on my back and the wind in between my knees
I’m a full throttle junkie with a smile on my face.
There is no virus that can ruin my day.
One more breath, one more taste of the ocean’s salty air
Gazing thru the mornings blindness to see all who come in prayer
The Coronavirus lingers silently taking lives here and there
Taking life and hiding love, leaving tides of tears to crash against the ocean’s floor.
Who has seen the evening mist coming in with warm and loving smiles
Those who know the beginning will surly see the end and the cries across many miles
Asking for just one more breath, one last taste of the ocean’s salty air
Many have come to gather in a place to see the smiles of a love that is there to be shared.
Some will walk the miles and find Coronavirus in their fears
Waiting for one last breath and a taste of ocean air, one more chance to stand in tides
And watch as tears crash against the ocean floor waiting for a virus to die.
Some will see the sunshine burning over the ocean floor
Who will take that step and reach inside where coronavirus comes to hide
Now Lift the life of all that has been created to a place so high
And use a quiet moment to remove this virus from our lives
Pictures crying for redemption are hanging on a wall of silence
And just outside the window you can see the Zeppelin slowly pass
Faces in the clouds look down on a world that moves so fast
And the colors that bring the rain come down like a symphony that is stealing time.
Mother says not to talk like that, she has heard that song before.
The puzzle comes together on a sleepy Nordic night showing its final thought to hungry eyes
And words that drift quietly across the wall of silence in the chill of this winter night
move with no direction other than to seek the colors of a symphony taken by time
Now given to flight, and the rain falls like song to sing mother’s loving mind to rest.
Everything is going to be alright.
And in the end our words will sing to the rain and find the hungry eyes that long to see the faces in the clouds
All the colors that make the rain will listen to a symphony of sight and sound
All knowing mother has heard this song before
The dawn has settled into a pleasant cool night
It brings a crisp chill that touches the body senses
Disguising itself as beautiful winter morning it slowly brings the pain
It slowly brings the pain.
This story has been told over 400 years ago
But back then nobody ever grew old
Only in song was the message carried on
Ring around the rosy a pocket full of posies, ashes ashes and you know the rest .
Ask me if I believe it and tell you no lies
But let me ask you if you truly see it with your hungry eyes
Someone said it’s airborne, they say that some have died
Let’s open a book and see the other side.
The thought of truth is a winter morning that chills you to the bone
But soon the sun will rise and the airborne virus will die
And soon this message will be all that carries on
Ring around the rosy a pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes , where did it go…..
Jeff Nesvig is a writer living in Florida.