Night Run

By Max

Flying over mountains
In a mileage hungry pack
While the snake of light
Ahead of us illuminates the track
And the burn of lights
Behind us shows kindred souls alight
No makes or models visible
It's down to black and white
Each light a wild eyed traveller
A life that's being freed
A leather clad adventurer
Atop an iron steed
They twist and turn in unison
The timing like a dance
And the mountains echo engine song
In time with our advance
We were joined
In mighty solitude
Alone and yet conjoined
A blend of bike and rider
And of bike and bush aligned
So mingling at our stop point
It comes as no surprise
To see the love of motorbikes
Burns deep within their eyes.

31/1/2000
Max
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