Those fleeting visions

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...