Almost touched the sky

My Baby and I are going for a ride. I turn the key, pull the choke out just a little, press the start button and it talks. A deep reveling roar seems to tell me "Come on , come on, let's go!".The sound filling the garage until my thighs hug it's heavy metal and slowly back it out. One more tug and pull, gas and we're on the road, we are one in solitude of free, being and dreaming. Beautiful weather and I can feel warm wind with light pressure caressing my skin, my face and a tugging on my breasts... ever so lightly. A sigh of infinite pleasure escapes my lips, turning into a permanent smile. My Baby, my metal beast that has this special gift to set me free and makes me feel soooo at ease.

Out of traffic the road curves, passing glorious trees, at times forming a tunnel of nature. Sunbeams sneaky glaring through... All present this warm wind and sweet nothing with only a single unrelated thought :" I will ride this extra mile...for you, with you all along". Wow and here comes the joker crawling from my shoulder, taking playfully over the gas. Exhilarating speed takes over all my attention...I lean and dance this dance with pavement as my guide, my bike as my music and the wind blowing fears away. What a rush and my simple smile grows into a huge grin from ear to ear. "Slow down", I hear my conscience screaming. For a moment my senses won't obey, just for a moment this extreme blissful joy until the joker slowly loosens the grip... just to stir those wheels into a very familiar direction. This little country airport....again. This field where I've had so many thoughtful glances. As I pull in the parking lot to give my Baby and myself some rest a bold eagle soars above. Playing with the wind on his very own terms, skillfully gliding to disappear into the nearby trees. With the motor still breathless clicking, I lay flat on the grass to face the sky. Finding the display simply amazing.... Blue, oh ever so blue with different and always changing formations of white, puffy creations. All just to be interrupted occasionally by starting and landing of small airplanes... flying very low, right on over me. My peaceful mind drifting as time is slipping away. As I conquer this open road again to feel me splitting through the wind, this wish comes from the depth of me. I wish, I wish this road would bring me home to you! Instead I take this last turn and smile about myself "Nothing is ever perfect - but this came pretty darn close"!

Maybe some day, maybe one day we can battle the wind together and touch the sky ..