That Night

I fell in love with you that night, under a blanket of stars, by a fading blaze, faced by the endless horizon of the sea—the dark and mysterious window to tomorrow.

And as we stood there, the rest of the world just faded as I tried to say a million things by the way I held your hand, the awe in my eyes, and the way I stood there next to you—frightened but sure.

Still trembling inside, I started to talk about the endless sea and the un-breaking of the dawn—willing for you to read between the lines; dying for you to understand what has been hidden from you for so long—the depth and gravity of this longing. I stood there, struggling to bring light to this mess.

Faced with the impossible, all I need is the thought of you, the very sight of you, and I’d hold on to this darkness for eternity.

Parallel

It was just mesmerizing. The sound of the waves as they hit the shore was entrancing. The cool air was calm. The ocean breeze would pass by every few seconds. The smoke had settled. The voices turned to hush and the silence gave way to dreams. The whole shore lay to rest as I sat there.

With an empty bottle in my hand and my feet planted in the sand, I gazed upon her.

It was perfect. The cool air would brush her face and then blow towards me, the sweetest of all breezes. And before my eyes she lay, an angel, silent in slumber. What marvel must blossom in her dreams.

If only I were that evening breeze that I may kiss those gentle lips and cheeks or be the sand that lay by her feet.

Oh the breeze that tickles the hair on her nod, who plays with her and whispers sweet nothings in her ear, how I envy it.

And the sand that caress the soles of her feet, that find themselves on her skin, on her leg, on her arm, the sand that find its way to her hands. The sand on her skin, rough yet comforting.

I sat there paralyzed, moved with longing and awe, amazed at the gift of finding a heavenly creature before me. I do not wince nor take my eyes off her. I want to remember beauty like this every time I close my eyes.

I feel my hair rise as goose bumps spread through me, crashing one after the other like the waves of the sea, unceasing like the fierce, cool wind. Breathtaking, amazing, rousing, to the point of tears.

If I could hold on to this moment, I would hold on to it forever. If I could tell her how much she touches my soul, I could die. She’s the dream I long to live. She’s the dream I lose whenever I open my eyes.

Hope

I saw an angel today.
Drenched in sin and frustration
I stumbled upon the humble creature
My muse and inspiration.

This is what is to hope for.

I stood there in faith
For what almost certainly felt like an eternity
Unsure for a moment
But calm upon realizing that she’ll always be there.
And so I tread on
Faithful, hopeful, and content.