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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…
