There is a sound that makes me remember
what it was to be young
The purr of an engine that turns into a roar
There is a smell of soft leather and petrol
that can send me back to when life was easy
He and I would be skin to skin
taking every curve of the road with ease
People expected me to retreat and fade from the love I felt
It's true at times the noise can bring tears to my eyes
but the love and the passion I felt for the freedom I found
never wavers instead as each year passes since we laid you to rest
it becomes stronger still - a drug, an addiction building within
Like a needle in the vein I find it something that holds me in its grasp
Unable to escape the love I feel for it
The squeal of hot rubber on tarmac
the growl of the engine as it waits to be set free
The man and the machine as one
A fierce predator upon my heart and soul
I will never forget you
you are as much a part of me as I am myself
but this machine brings back things I had let myself hide away
I thank the strong metal, the intricate engine, the soft smooth leather
a piece of machinery brings me peace and makes me smile
I stop and stare at them as they fly past
remembering with joy and not sorrow
the adventures, the freedom, the joy I had
wrapped tightly against you skin to skin
us a unit of two taking on the world one curve at a time
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Stardust Lost In Fallen Dreams
Poetry'Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out... Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.' A.E Housman I've written poetry for as long as I can remember... My style varies, from dar...
