They met so long ago, two strangers, head banging, fingers wretched into universal rock ‘n’ roll salute, wearing their black tanks in the hot summer sun, swimming among a sea of other music lovers.
They caught each others’ eye, she shyly held his gaze, her eyes squinting from the midday sun, her hips swaying steadily to the beat of the music she felt as much as she heard. A smile crept across her lips allthewhile her feet drawing a slow circle in the dessert sand. His smile reached boldly up to his eyes, shaded well by the brim of his cap, his arms never missing a beat being created by the artists on stage. His feet inched their way towards hers, and the two strangers found themselves caught in that moment, magnetized to the peace loving spirit of each others aura, encapsulating themselves in a timeless story yet to be written.
Slowly the hot sun descended below the horizon as the moon resumed its position high into the night sky. The music continued to blare, the rhythm soothing the exhausted, dehydrated bodies holding their lighters high in the air, creating their own twinkling universe to mirror the one miles above them, a magical earthly show of love.
The two strangers have since shared more than just their love of music, turning their chance glance into a long, lasting, burning, eternal love. The kind of love that can float you to the highest utopia and drag you down to the burning pits of hell, and sometimes both within the confines of a single day.
Although she would prefer to soar with her lover as high as the eagle, freely floating across the land, dancing to the natural rhythm of the waves of the wind, she also knew she would boldly descend to the fiery pits of hell and stretch her arms down through the thorns and lava and out to him, to pull him back, to envelop him back in her cocoon with nothing but the beat of her heart to breathe life into his.