First meetings, naughty greetings,
Laughing eyes, speaking fingers,
To evening hues, the dark hours
It’s morning before I blink my eyes.
That magical night, I think
Our shadows live on.
The night lived in uneven tides
Only on my way home
We tried, we really did
Through gadgets and toys
We chat see – be
It wasn’t to be.
One day you will be here,
I would be too.
Our bodies bearing sands and salts
From strange arms and lands.
Then will we
Burden our toes with memories
Or wipe our soles and begin afresh
From where it never ended.