A Biker's Exit

A Biker's Exit

The end — at fifty one!
The unforeseen had snuck in
under the cover of night's familiar embrace.
Death lured Jimmy to take one final ride
into that wild unknown,
and gloom fell heavy from the sky.

For a week, a fog clung to the valley
like a mourner's veil,
uniting our sorrow in gray silence.
And when the fog lifted
on the morning of the seventh day,
we looked up from our saddened world
into a blood-red sky.

Where a valley once gaped at death,
there rose a brilliant sun.
Cloud-dappled skid marks
stretched across God's painted sky,
exiting far beyond the horizon.
And in the crisp air, birdsong laughed
like a thousand happy memories.