take my hand
and lead me to
the floor
let’s hold each other
and move along
as the rhythm goes,
as the music like
the southwesterly breeze
flows.
we can sway
our feet
while your hazel eyes
sing the song
of this cold snap night
let’s just have
fun, we don’t
have to take our clothes off
tonight.
and the stars twinkled,
the moon stared,
the breeze held its breath,
the whole earth stopped for a while.
as they all watched carefully
jealous of the way
she shone.
Breeze. Warm light spring breeze. The fresh aroma of wet stones purified by the new spring leaves danced around. The breeze carried the little streams of water to small distances now and then, just to come back to where they belonged. The scent of newly opened wine lingered around the air, making the whole atmosphere a bit tipsy. This wasn’t an excuse for the mishaps about to happen. There wasn’t any physical presence, but the soulful entity of the universe embraced the blue night. The moonlight played hide and seek with the trees, ingeniously teasing the ones looking for it. The breeze was back. The way it started flirting with the hair reminded of a kid in the playground lost in his own world of limitless imagination and happiness. The whole thing together was a perfect orchestra. A free concert you can’t afford to miss. Yet there were no physical beings in the sight. People, sometimes, do miss the best and settle for the mediocre for the sake of others. But was that it? The best?
I don’t know yet.
To be continued…
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