I dipped my chin in the water.
The tiny waves adore me.
They raised there little hands
To reach out to my eyes.
The careful wet touch that
Washed away every tress
Of tears from each corner
Of my eyes and mind,
Was light as the sense
That runs down my spine.
Slumber? Melancholy? Death?
"Who are you", I asked with
A trembling coarse whisper.
I heard the joyous voice,
That made me look afar,
Only to see the dark chariot.
"You wanted me to stop for you, remember?"
The voice asked with delight,
"The chariot is waiting for eras, now.
Does it look like something of your liking?"
They gave me a hand in order to lead
Me to that old withered looking vehicle.
Ignoring, I walked on my own
With no intention of getting
Into the chariot, rather
I began to gallop, riding
On of the horses.
The chariot owner stood
With the most fulgent welcoming grin.