Trepidation of night

Shadows cast in your spite.

You welcome this unsettling delight.

Vision smears, the cooling air brings tears.

Imperfections of trail, melt to cream.

Snapping of the handlebars remind you that it’s not a dream.

Racing into night, you produce the only bright.

Vision funneling, wheels still rumbling.

The air turns cool, and you hope you’re not the fool.

Sun setting, a weary farewell.

For you know the night might turn to hell.

A subtle farewell, there’s no room to dwell.

Into the night, your whisper is far and you are well.

In the dark embrace, there’s only one way to tell.