Whenever I get down and feelin' real bad,
I remember a pair of Harleys that we once had.
I reminince of visegrips attached to a busted shifter,
And holding the surer hand of a favorite sister.
Of laughter, love, and shimmering silver moonlight,
And the thunder of our engines on a California night.
I can still feel the wind rushing to embrace,
And I can still remember the moon we chose to chase.
The life that vibrated just above the road,
And the smile on my sister's face was all that needed told.
A wicked wildness was our fate to tame.
How we loved it so... just our kinda game.
How I miss you, my favorite sister, my big bro.
Ahhh...happy remembrances cast a bittersweet glow.
I pack away my memories as the blues take flight
On down the road, once upon a California night.
Words lay dormant in the recesses of the mind til called forth to a labor of love. By WildChild