Ride

Through the crack of the window

the street lights shine in.

I am lulled to sleep by the low hum of distant motors 

running across the pavement into my mind. 

Wheels spinning behind my eyelids, 

I speed through red light after red light

only vaguely fearful of the thoughts

that ride with me into the night. 

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

This struck me and I’ll tell you why. I sleep with a fan every night . I do that because the motor sounds like a propellor. That sound lulles me to sleep with the same dreams of world war 2

[Phill Oz O'fee]

A poetic voyage into the unknown; albeit apprehensive as to what may await within the confines of your dream! Very intriguing write … :-)