Old, forgotten melodies swirl around my head as I see you. The same melodies I had listened to, while grasping on to the short, foggy memories I had of you. Then I see your tall figure, barely a finger's width away from me, your golden bronze skin shining in the sunlight, your dark eyes briefly twinkling with mirth, as I trace your features, trying to take in the magnanimity of the sea before me. That is when reality withers, and my imagination blooms.
Everything around us fades to a dull gray; I only see color in the being standing before me. Time freezes as our eyes embrace each other's, playing right into the hands of destiny. Or maybe away from it, who knew. I feel the warmth of your proximity seeping into my skin, melting the pretentious, cold stillness that had unknowingly crept up on my face. I let out a sharp exhale, letting my heart float into the vast space of your existence.
And then I know. I just know that how much ever I may know of you, the desire to complete reading the book of you would always be present.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and Drabbles
PoetrySilver light flows from the moon, guiding your each step through the dark forest, thick with foliage. As you walk further, the dense forest gives way to a huge building, which looks to be abandoned, deprived, of contact with the human world. You mak...
