The Beach
The bike whips through shadowed roads, and with each curve are those arms around him...not holding but trusting, soft as the waves that trail his left, beautiful as the spring to the right. He parks by the shore as she hops and skips her way into the water, making god's impressions in the warm sand, and he smiles to himself. Afraid as always of the fragility of emotion and the sting of circumstance, he's amazed at how the veil of happiness is always whole, perfect, unlike its counterpart that always makes space for a ray of hope...she beckons to him and he jogs in after her, putting off perspective for a lonelier day...
"This way now, and keep your eyes closed"...he guides her along the beach, letting the sleepy water make moments with their naked feet, almost there now. She's wearing a sleeveless red dress and looking like an angel's song. He cues the music and takes off her blindfold, the candles and table-for-two looking just right. She weakens a little and he scoops his darling up in his arms, carrying her to the chair and the wine as she whispers into his ear, "You remembered my dream"...
The music plays on softly as they dance in the sand, entwined in abandon and enchanted by the pure sky...a tête à tête in the midst of chaos, a stolen minute against fate, a divine moment amongst atheists. Her fingertips trace the outline of his palms and he holds her tenderly, her feet on his feet, her arms around his neck...her life with his. For tonight there is no reality, there are no others, they are under the stars and the night is beautiful...
She looks up at him now, hesitant to break back into actuality, and he knows what she wants to ask..."We don't have to go back tomorrow" he says, "we don't have to go back ever. I've booked you out of the hospital, and I've taken indefinite leave. We're going to stay here by the water and live each day, just live it, until its time...". Her eyes drop silken tears onto his shoulder as they make god's impressions in the sand, the sleepy water making moments with their naked feet. For tonight nothing matters, they are under the stars and the night is beautiful...she's wearing a red dress and looking like an angel's song...
The bike whips through shadowed roads, and with each curve are those arms around him...not holding but trusting, soft as the waves that trail his left, beautiful as the spring to the right. He parks by the shore as she hops and skips her way into the water, making god's impressions in the warm sand, and he smiles to himself. Afraid as always of the fragility of emotion and the sting of circumstance, he's amazed at how the veil of happiness is always whole, perfect, unlike its counterpart that always makes space for a ray of hope...she beckons to him and he jogs in after her, putting off perspective for a lonelier day...
"This way now, and keep your eyes closed"...he guides her along the beach, letting the sleepy water make moments with their naked feet, almost there now. She's wearing a sleeveless red dress and looking like an angel's song. He cues the music and takes off her blindfold, the candles and table-for-two looking just right. She weakens a little and he scoops his darling up in his arms, carrying her to the chair and the wine as she whispers into his ear, "You remembered my dream"...
The music plays on softly as they dance in the sand, entwined in abandon and enchanted by the pure sky...a tête à tête in the midst of chaos, a stolen minute against fate, a divine moment amongst atheists. Her fingertips trace the outline of his palms and he holds her tenderly, her feet on his feet, her arms around his neck...her life with his. For tonight there is no reality, there are no others, they are under the stars and the night is beautiful...
She looks up at him now, hesitant to break back into actuality, and he knows what she wants to ask..."We don't have to go back tomorrow" he says, "we don't have to go back ever. I've booked you out of the hospital, and I've taken indefinite leave. We're going to stay here by the water and live each day, just live it, until its time...". Her eyes drop silken tears onto his shoulder as they make god's impressions in the sand, the sleepy water making moments with their naked feet. For tonight nothing matters, they are under the stars and the night is beautiful...she's wearing a red dress and looking like an angel's song...
