Across the hall, a woman in blue with a glass of wine. Her eye surrounded by the flick of darkness and her lips covered in the blood red. There was something around that outcasted the beauty of the Basilica, the Gods painted on the walls were all bowed to this moment. Screening out my urge to talk to the female.
I need to get back home, tomorrow is another day when I should wake up early. After all this is not a dream, otherwise, I would approach, just to get my heart pass through some poverty. Ah, screw it, let the light be upon me when I dance with her tonight.
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
When the world seems to shine like you’ve had too much wine
Oh, alright, thanks for the music heavens, if only this could be anything less than a dream.
“Hello, would you like to dance?”
Her smile greeted me a simple intuition that this shall only last this night. But for once, it shall be beautiful. I took her hand, the other one on her waist. Dean Martin’s echo had taken over the place. And her eyes, oh her eyes, their depth was astonishing. If only this could last.
“Whats your name, I must say, it is a pleasure to take on the steps with you.”
No, wait. The lights went off and the Basilica turned into a dark uncertainty. Stars held the night in my mind and we were walking now, hands in hand. The street then illuminated by the strangers kissing all around. The moon lit up my mind again from the blur, I looked at her hand and then in her eyes, almost as if now, they were even more clear and undisturbed from the hue of lights.
“Your eyes, it seems, I can fall in them,
It seems, there is so much depth,
So much to adore in those eyes,
The thoughts that are intriguing my mind,
The lucid shine provoking my sight.”
“I, don’t know, you sure can say things”
Her expressions were so simple yet strong, almost as if my vanity over her features were making no impact on her connection with the beautiful night. She looked at the moon, and I fell into the reflection in her eyes. The moon was never this beautiful.
“Holding onto the sight is dangerous here,
All I can do is speak out this verse,
All I can do is sustain this night in my words,
How will that help the stars that are healing those deep scars?
How can a few words defying time, fix your broken lines,
Maybe I should walk away, let the universe rain.
On her beautiful face, the cosmos shall hail.
On her beautiful face, the worthy shall find his trace,
Into the darkness of her eyes. “
Her phone rang and I excused her, rescued my momentum from the rush. I drank the darkness of the night, escaping the dark frame of her eternal smile.
“You are sweet!”
She said while snapping away the packet of cheeseballs from my hand. It was another night in the desert, it was a pouring rain in my heart, the third time, the same woman in the vision of this bright night. Is it raining? It’s a desert. Hey, wait, it’s actually raining. She leaned forward and I reposed onto the moment by syncing in the lies. Her temple to my eyes.
And I lost almost all I had at the time.
I opened up my eyes and saw her in front of me. We were on a boat, lost in an ocean, her eyes were mystical in the dark colour this time. The fourth time, the same face of the beautiful poetry hidden in the frame of my mind.
I shall drown in this moment, once and for all. If I die tonight, this moment shall last forever with this water body. The ocean of my subconscious mind, poetry in the air, seeking divine in her eyes. How bad, I wanted to stay, to stay up all night, all day, to be lost in the loop of this blasphemy.
But then, I had to be one with the ink and not her eyes. It’s not the right time to know her better. I shall die tonight. I closed my eyes, stood up and fell off the boat, into the suspended space of neurons making a mess in the space. Everything punctured my heart and I woke up alone, with memories haunting my stay.
The dawn was on its way, after the death of those scars, I long for the symphony of those, lost in bliss by the strings of adhearence of the universe burning in each star. It feels better, one night with her was more than all the love I have had in the year.
I woke up and waited for the sun, as she lay at the back of my mind with her face against my stolen time. There is a dream, then reality and then comes the dawn. I died in the dream, the place where I loved. I shall die in the reality with the dawn where I smile in disguise. When the sun rays hit my skin, my soul shall be one with the sun, I will be home.