At Sunrise, you kissed my hand and then we set sail…

Into our own second summer built with the patience that you have taught me during the nights when you smoked your cigarette in the dark and I watched you through the ashy smoke then let my saving pencil write the words you love so much.

Into my poems floating on the waters around us with your lips burning on my skin harder than the God of Sun.

Into the last lyric of our story which felt like the first of Aion’s unbounded, eternal time enclosing our universe.

Into the colorful lights of the terrace above the rooftops of stars and planets where space melted into tears of joy in my palms.

Into the lines traced by the big ships we saw through our glasses held tight together as you came close and kissed me on my forehead.

Into the eyes that watched me kiss your white collar while I whispered to you that my biggest fear was them, standing in front of us.

Into your words that brought comfort to that thought so I looked back at them and knew that we will never be old.

Into the silence of the breeze of the deserted bridge when you whispered on my neck what I have always known…

At Sunset, you took my hands into yours and then we flew…

Above the streets where the smallest of people were fading.

Above the purple lights of the widest windows where saxophones were bringing the night after midnight.

Above our tower of glass dissolving into the orange flowing lamps.

Above your words which drew my contour on the waves of the curtains caressing the horizon.

Above all the lights of the unseen world writing our skystory which you read to me in the darkness, smoking your cigarette, so that I could watch you again and see you as you are, with your first ever smile, the one I saw in my dream before you came to me all dressed in black.

At Dawn, the Sun and the Moon were one.

Our hands were numb.

Time stopped.

I was the Queen and you were the King. One skin, one breath, one word.

Music was lingering on our crowns. Phoenix rose above our bed and we felt its feathers on our naked backs.

The Nordic shores were succumbing under the warm waves. We loved each other with the end of the world on our fingertips and that will be the only memory of our new life.

We had been alive, out of time and space and now found our way back to peace from where life starts

All over again

Each morning

At Sunrise.

M.

 

 

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