The Daily Poem Poetry Collection

🥇 Eye of the Storm

Eye of the Storm
A daily winner for March 26th

Setting my sails
against the joyful tides,
I pilot between the eddies of people
amidst a storm of raucous noise.
I revel in the thunderous laughter
and squeals of delight
as the night sky pales
before gaudy neon lightening.

[Silence]
like the eye of the storm.
A perfect moment where I exist.
Noise becomes murmur becomes music.
Garish light fades to crystal pinpoints –
jewels that shine with the brilliance
of the tears behind the Carney's eyes.

[Motion]
resumes but the moment remains,
trapped forever in the amber
of my memory ...
until time

[Stops]

An entry for the March 26th round of "The Not-So-Daily Poem" 
Prompt: Extended metaphor
Poetry Form: Free Verse   with a nod to "dirty pretty"  
Minimum Lines: 12
Line Count: 22