Love Story

Many moons ago....

Once on the shores of a dream, 

she watched him form in the mist,

all sixteen of her springs 

blossoming at once, 

her eyes, twin stars 

her bare legs rooted in the sea. 

Once on the sands of that dream,

glittering as pearls,

he came to be seen by her

in his summer seventeenth, 

sweet as mimosa,

splendid as a Boabab tree.

Once, they stood in a silence, shared,

his bearded face, a mask. 

He wouldn't look at her 

though she willed it, fervently. 

Wild oceans lashed his resolve,

as he fought not to displease his Allah.

Yet no Almighty could stop 

the mad thudding of his heart,

yearning its only true moon 

that once would have gladly 

dropped onto his sands,

but now appears only in his dreams. 

Author's Note

Reviews

[JustJulie]

The culture trap. Says so much about that but a first loves for keeps. Sad but sweet.

[AYVID N]

Indeed. We still connect sometimes. And laugh about it.

[Dave W.]

This was pretty great, I really like the imagery and this was well written to boot.....

[AYVID N]

Thank you very much. Your review is very encouraging.

[Dave W.]

Yes, please be encouraged, it was wonderful.