In silence

they rise in silence,

they ride in silence.

to low horizon,

toward the darkness.

before the sunrise,

below the stars,

along the riverside,

across the mountains.

they leave at midnight,

then march till dawn,

to pave the overpass,

until it’s gone.

they see a morning light,

then face the dusk,

there is no better ride,

no one to ask.

no one to say it’s right,

or prove it wrong,

until the exit sign,

they ride alone..