Night Ride

My Harley and I
Alone at night
Not a living soul
Anywhere in sight

The bike and I
Become as one
Happening often
In absence of sun

The road, the lines
The trees, the stars
All fading out
Like wounds into scars

Echoes of the pipes
Wind in the face
All else fades
Not even a trace

Thunderous vibrations
Suppressing all sound
Lifting the soul
High off the ground

All fading out
Not one concern
Only what lies
Beyond the next turn

One thing left
There to feel
Feeling of freedom
Freedom so REAL[/i]