Friday, November 27, 2009

poem

Open road calls out,
sun shines brightly
through a cloudless sky,
no destination in mind,
no need to ask why.

Autumn wind meets skin
mind empties it's thoughts,
soul becomes free again
body fuses with machine
settling into a calming Zen.

Scenery becomes blurred
engine screams to crescendo,
fallen leaves dance in the wake
twisting the grip ever tighter
as the road coils like a snake.

Speed turns to addiction
adrenalin flows like a torrent,
heart beat is deafening,
senses become razor sharp
and so the love affair begins.