motorcycle and me

her name is Dream

A Dream to ride
on long winding roads
along wave-breaking shores,
rippled mountainsides and
valleys

A Dream to ride
through desert canyons,
across belts of evergreens
to feel rushing winds

Or was that my breath left behind?

Hold on tight it's just
You and the open road
and the sun shining bright

Hold on tight
I don't know where we're going
where this road leads
where we'll end up
or what we'll see

She, and everything about her, is a Dream

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