A pleasant Sunday morning at the beginning of October when the wind blew gently after all the longing, warm hugs in the midst of solitude, tranquil clear blue sky up above. Ocean breeze, calm waves, your brown eyes, the rest of the day was perfect. it was October and your presence; evening came early and the air remains warm and calm, soft and easy evening has arrived, the feeling of sun's warmth during a cold winter, a moment of surreal serenity after all.
the sound of the calm crashing waves remind me of that Saturday afternoon last year when we had our random picnic out of the blue at the white sand beach near the harbor. white sands, cold wind, hot sunny day, funny how some certain smells could remind us of someone. the smell of your perfume which become my favorite; it always reminds me of the spring by the bay.
I really don't tell you this enough
but...
you are my favorite constellation on the northern sky to look at
my favorite book to read
my favorite sunrise
my favorite hand to hold
my favorite shoulder to lean on
my favorite human
moonlight in a quiet garden, a 5 pm
kinda love, midnight gaze at the moon beneath the clear sky full of
star, unplanned trips all along the north bay. white chocolate that you
gave me out of nowhere when we had our late lunch at McDonald's, the way you
told me about your mom and your white chocolate blocks she bought at a local
market back home when you were kid. you are sweet like a hand
written letter that you just wrote last evening when the sun almost sets and
the sky was pretty in purple.
"how
many stars are up there in the night's sea?" you asked, and you would say
ninety nine, only ninety nine. black washed denim jacket, dark navy blue shirt,
and a black hat on your head, with that particular perfume of yours. upon the
shores of the bluish ocean, through the corridors of words left unsaid, it is
finally be said in letters. old fashion ways; 18th century.
in
the fragments of dream, and lingering wishes. whispering winds carrying echo of
our prayers and wishful hope. in the depth of longing I find solace and peace.
each sunset brings promise of another episode of tomorrow. in a far away land,
we found a tapestry of smile under the shimmering light of the galaxy up above
the mid night sky.
the
soft smell of a burnt hazelnut and sweet caramel coming from the white-tiled
small kitchen behind me, cold yet warm breeze air from the sea, subtle light in
the morning sun on the east behind the hill swept softly outside the building.
a dreamy, delicate easy Sunday morning. birds chirping from the trees ahead the
green meadow, serene and calming.
you warm my heart in a way the sun never could.
