Night Ride

Cruising down the motorway

Head resting on pillow

The child stirs and opens his eyes

Mesmerized by the beautiful glow

Of passing orange bullets

 

The car goes on and soon he sees

In that blissful lazy state of half wakefulness

A kaleidoscope of moving neon

A fairground lit so brightly!

 

The cold air flies past

As the man glides down the hill atop two wheels

The sky studded with crystals

The Pleiades, that broach-like collection of gems!

 

There is no one else on the country road

He is one with the bats and owls

He will sleep at dawn

And perhaps dream…

 

…Dream of a time when he can go out fully in the day…

View kirkman's Full Portfolio