This door made for you to knock on.
Waiting, listening.
This window made for you to look through.
Waiting, watching.
I have found your footstep in the mud
but no more,
no more.
Perhaps there were other doors,
other windows,
perhaps another
you.
I have taken pride in writing this novel as so many people have the wrong impression on bikers because they dress in leather clothing which is to protect themselves in case of an accident. The majority of bikers are known Policemen, Firemen, Doctors,
I do like the spiritual undertones in this. Great art!
Light and Wisdom ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg