I rode down a street so dark I could smell the black before I entered it White lines curved round into nothing Like riding off the edge of the earth One light cutting into a black so black That it swallowed us whole I downshifted just enough to show Respect for the hole ahead of me Grace did not hesitate because She is an iron stallion And if you handle a thoroughbred with reverence she will not throw you She and I dove into the blackness And it was so thick it folded in around me And pressed against my back Like a presence that wanted to ride with us Together we leaned off the edge of the earth And bonded like lovers embracing in the last moments of time And broke through the blackness With a twist of the throttle we let out a cry of victory over the road we had won - And rode the rest of the way home in beautiful silence
Posted on: Sun, 04 Aug 2013 03:59:02 +0000