Night Ride
Engulfed in blackness,
whipped fiercely by the bitter-cold
cat o' ninetails of Winter.
Daringly we went, heads raised
to the glorious sensation
of our fears...
For my fears were overcome then.
Diminished was their meaning,
when compared with the exaltation
of the night and its ravishment
of my voracious soul.
8 February 1991