A twilight wanderer

A humming static, a dawning sky
The heart seeking, stranded on a bike.
Frail stars eaten by the spreading shine

And when the breeze sings a soothing song,
An eeriness settled in the mind.
When the dawn and night—they cross tresses.

A lone rider and a glinting road.
The engine clanked, and the chain rattled.
And the helmet—it hung by the side.

As the frost tingled across the face
Fingers hardened on the handlebars.
And the foot clanked the gearshift forward.

As the cold damp weighed on the jacket.
The speed rose by the passing second.
The eyes squinted in the morning shine.

The tearing breezes stiffened the chest.
But I, a nightjar—I like to fly.
A lonely wanderer of twilight