luna (that which we long for)

It's a lonely place, where we're at.

Darkness looms over the vast expanse of water before us. It stretches far more than what you and I can see.

And the waves, yes. Waves with silver linings on their crests. You move them in a fluid rhythmic beat. You push and the water crashes against the beach; then you pull and the wave slowly recedes from the shore. Like the siren songs of old, your lull calls out like a hauntingly beautiful ballad. Any other time, you would have watched me form part of the besotted ones who drown in a false sense of utopia. But not tonight.

Tonight, I am unfazed by the time and tide. Basked in your desolate radiance, I whispered to the wind,

"If we could be anything, we would be the nameless and the untamed - only there will never be a we..."

You understood.

You went on with your song -

love doesn't come along now, does it...;

And I, with my melancholia.

Together in the shadows, we waited for dawn.

It is only then that you and I get to be sun kissed.