I mount this magnificent machine made of star glass and light..
The 2 wheels are made of shadow skin and glow alloy..
The machine is call a Lightcycle.  
Powered by an emotion engine that the rider gives power to with thought and soul.
The magic begins when the rider mounts it an the star glass shell fills in with the rider's imagination.
I mount my Lightcycle and endless blues and lightning fill in the star shell.
The emotion engine turns and I am catapulted to the stars..
Its then the lightning bird spreads its wings as I then reach speeds beyond light and darkness..
I wind up on the outer rims of the 17th galaxy Heaven's reach..

An old mans regatta,  ancient ships bound for the park , reflect on wartime America in 1944 ! Cheerful for the most part , lips quivering occasionally ! Patriotic . Reflective . Your the same young man regardless of rebellious ways , I was the captain of my ship as well in 1938 ! Four years later , fighting for my life on Guadalcanal in a bayonet charge against a bold , determined enemy force ! The internet and the current culture , the world appears smaller , actually divided from within courtesy of religious faction , fascism and greed , now more than ever ! You may find yourself in my shoes in sixty odd years , convincing young people such as yourself of the fine line between war and peace ! Countries forever on battle footings , leaders pose with smiles while they plot against one another , mutual assured destruction they only thing keeping them from firing the missiles ! Each day more dangerous than the last , soldiers without uniforms , indiscriminate killing of civilians , **** of historical monuments , it's all quite familiar within this war torn mind !