Remember when…
We talked about
the formation of sea mist, just moments before the rain
Followed the
moonlight and clouds playing and casting shadows over the terrain.
We looked at those wavy
white lines on the shore…perplexed for minutes,
Only to discover
we have been looking at fishermen’s net.
Watched those
flickering lights and wondered about its origin,
Sitting silently
staring at the horizon.
Felt the breeze;
cold on the bare parts of the skin and gently brushing the hair.
Gazed directly
into those eyes, with the same intensity
With which they
looked back at me.
Never did we know
how it was meant to be
Yet we treaded,
celebrating moments and discovering each other on our way...
