Chasing that epiphany again. Got close again last night, then got a wake up call. Didn’t mind the call, I was already awake. There it was, my shining dark of the night beacon. The feeling was familiar, back under my midnight sun. My road, was unfolding before me. My thoughts were on the epiphany that still eludes.
I feel time change around me, and my spirit moves in anticipation. Releasing all things, I push forward, absorbing more and more of my road. Unfolding, turning and rising, my road brings me along. Likewise with dips, curves and hills, the road feels alive. So few things are, back under my midnight sun.
The epiphany that eludes, still runs ahead. I run alone in a deserted land, devoid of all, but my midnight sun. I am home now, on this road, in this movement, I push forward harder still. Perhaps with great momentum, I’ll glimpse a fragment of epiphany mine. Or maybe I’ll just cancel the whole damn thing.
There is great quiet in the deep of the night. The wind and the wheels disturb only to comfort, and the road unfolds. There is a stop ahead, yet this time I’m called on instead, didn’t feel like stopping anyway. I’m back under my midnight sun, and we are chasing an epiphany. Together.
Midnight Sun
We join in the pursuit, chasing and gaining ground. Then road unfolds otherwise, slowing our quest and shortening our stride. Dropping down a gear, we ease along the aperture, floating, as in glide. Watching closely as road changes and unfolds anew. Opening up again, and the quest for speed resumed.
Changing, turning, shifting and pursuing, we race through the endless night. We are joined by the road that paves the way, and keeps us true. Whatever this epiphany is, it must be quite special. It’s tantalizingly close, and yet too far away to scrape a clue.
We push on, more, and harder still. Glancing skyward, beaming down, together we run. Over, around, through and on we go, further and further, and onward still. Road unfolds, wind caresses, and whining wheels soothe. It’s the epiphany again, up ahead, it moved.
The dark horizon my only desire now, save for the road between. Onward now, and harder still, we run evermore. All of silver and ghostly opaque, are night shades made. Blurred as road unfolds, and solo shows, back under my midnight sun.
