The Last Crusade

tonight we ride
so pedal proud
perched on the handlebars

i'll crow the usual battle cry
in tribute to summers past
memories embroidered with gold and lined with silk
exit our lungs in a flood to the streets
this will be the last crusade
look to the ground
our shadows cast in streetlight wont seem so tall next time
we've crossed the threshold
the sky is a beacon
drawing us forward
and my last wish is to lay in the grass
and remember.