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.