eclipse Posted August 15, 2012 Share Posted August 15, 2012 Street signs hidden in darkness sigh their names. Cycling at night I reach a bridge-suicide demands one last ride, lurid moonlight frames this graceful dive-well he and my bike died. Day sleeping I dreamt about riding the strands of a spiders web-forty bikes I rode one for each year. I was woken by sounds of a ghost ringing a cycle bell, code of charms warned me the reaper was about to blow away the widow's web. I would keep my dreams well hidden from death, avoid the routes he takes. My spirit watchman guards my sleep. I would create a vehicle with parts from dreams-lastly a bell as daylight starts. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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