Midnight Ride - Poem by Christopher Ridgeway
Midnight. Too late for most rides, but not tonight.
Tonight it is welcoming.
I am riding with a friend, the pale rider.
He is not always with me,
restrained, restricted nearly pacified.
Only in brief glimpses do I see him, hanging in the night sky.
For just a moment he is unobstructed and shines down on my path.
The cool night, dark and lonely.
Nothing around me but darkness.
The only lights are my own, shining ahead to illuminate my path.
It is far from straight but I know it well...
Focus stays on the road
But I let my mind wonder
I lean into the turns, twisting the throttle to go faster.
It is midnight and adventure is waiting around the next corner.
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