Motorcycle Glimmer in the Night

Embracing my two wheels so tight,

I slay the empty miles long,

Inside my helmet, into the night,

Riding alone, my own song.

Rolling the throttle,

Nudging the shifter,

Squeezing the clutch,

Snug in my leather.

You don't know me.

You don't own me.

I am a ghost, a whisper,

A glisten, a shimmer,

A glimmer in the night,

A hot dash of light.

I am gone, untouchable,

Infinite, surreal,

I ride. . .

Rolling the throttle,

Nudging the shifter,

Squeezing the clutch,

Snug in my leather.

(Thank you for the photo ~ credit Sam Katz)