Into the Eye of Eternity

Into the Eye of Eternity

I sat banished upon my island home,
So far from the flurry of friends a city life.
Though I wasn't on the moon,
A rocket would have made more sense to those who knew me.
I was silent, lingering in my parents empty house like a phantom.
As lonely as an albatross and feeling just as cursed.
Suddenly there is a light on the horizon,
More accurately twin lights pulling into my drive,
Belonging to a death trap, a convertible.
A true friend who had come from quite far,
To take me away and bring me back.
Like a day pass from hell,
Who complains about the Miata?
My god that man could drive like the devil,
Winding down isolated back roads without posted limits,
So fast I finally had to stop checking.
I was going to give myself a heart attack.
Then the tingle began.
First it was my long red hair slipping loose,
Twisting around my head like a vortex,
Streaming behind like a banner.
As soon as that freedom was dealt with,
I realized it was more than my hair making my veins jump.
My nerves, and fibers, and heart,
All those visceral responses you can't control.
I felt my cheeks flush and my face pull back in a grin.
Suddenly into the gray existence I had been lashed to,
The color was vivid, Life was back.
Filling me up with emotions and light.
The warm wind flaring in my face as we careened around every curve,
Arms out catching the torrent our speed created,
Feeling like I was so myself just then.
Looking over and meeting eyes with my driver,
Matching his grin and glowing eyes.
All I could hear was the rush of blood in my veins,
And the wind screaming in my head.
Then we rounded a tight curve onto a long stretch,
In awe I looked at the night sky before us.
Where it had been pitch for the rest of the drive ahead it changed.
Clearly, before us was the storm.
Thunderheads carpeting the whole horizon,
Lifting impossibly high, so high I felt small before it.
Frantic shards and bursts of lightning made it glow.
It was purple, and black, and midnight and all the best flavors of rain.
The sacred promise of a downpour.
We were headed straight for the very heart of that giant.
That great beast of nature.
With reckless abandon and no desire to lose the speed,
We stared those titan clouds down,
No mercy, no surrender, No fear.
We were flying, soaring, straight at the storm,
Top down daring the very heavens to do their worst.
My mind was filled with soaring music,
ManoWar, or Wagner- Triumph with a tune.
I can't even remember if the radio was on,
It doesn't matter if it was.
That night was magic,
I felt my very atoms shift as I changed in that car.
Lighter, freer, more dangerous, but also less afraid.
I know all my days I can remember that one night,
That perfect drive, that looming thunderstorm,
That beautiful competent man behind the wheel in total control,
The perfect surrender of trust, speed, and a convertible.
If on the day I die I have not done anything large,
Or important, or accomplished great things in my life.
Never pity me any losses, for how could I regret?
How many people get to have such perfect moments of clarity?
In that car, I was more than alive. I was Immortal. A God.
It was truly,
Epic.​