Warmth in a Sunset Cycle
Poem #295 • I don’t have to see your silhouette to know the way
Cycling
pushing air around with each pulse of our rotating feet
into the night with its sun fading views
no matter how dark it gets
as long as we hold each other’s hands along the path to where our hearts reside
I don’t have to see your silhouette to know the way
I can hear the gears spinning under the night clouds billowing
the mist building around the spokes as fog falls
our warmth keeps us above low sky
raising over storms below
until the sky lights up again
hearing the laugh that accompanies your smile
will be when the sun rises
and my heart slows down to stare into your eyes for a morning mile
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This poem reminds me that the strongest connections don't depend on perfect visibility or certainty. The blend of cycling, weather, and romance creates a journey that feels both physical and emotional. A lovely read.
What stayed with me was the inversion of direction, usually we need light to find our way, but here love becomes the compass. The line “I don’t have to see your silhouette to know the way” transforms the ride from a physical journey into something almost spiritual. The image of warmth lifting the cyclists above the storms below felt especially original.