Walking into the Light Poem, by Justin Edse, at My poetic side

Night rider

coming down the path

flashing me

with white hot

strobes

dancing

so bright

devouring

the world

I can’t wait

till he’s past

I think

he’s blinding me

something horrible

but I reconsider

as he comes closer

I understand him more.

I’ll miss him

lighting my way

showing me the next steps,

and like day becomes night

he passes

moving perilously

pedaling fast and

breathing hard,

towards a never ending

nothing

one where he doesn’t know

where he is

or what’s up ahead

but just keeps going.

And as he passes

I give him a little salute

wishing I was

on that bike with him.

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Walking into the Light