The Ferry Boat Ride

He was a young man traveling lightly with nothing much to carry but his dreams and wide-eyed wonder and a ticket for a ferry Ride, across a river wide that meandered like nothing real while looking for rhyme and reason to come alive and learn to deal With whom and what he was inside, deeper than the skies he would soon be crossing over with this new-found ferry ticket ride Taking him to places he knew not where or when Yet knowing he’d soon be racing time like a moth against the wind While waiting for the ferry boat still in his youthful prime He heard the wind spin tails again and whisper “Time to ride.”