I stare unto to the vast full empty sky , lying on his lap , as the pious cosmos and my universe stare back at me with the same curiosity. Rhetorically our conversation moves ahead , as we feel naked under the blanket of stars and we talk about everything . we talk about a dream that we lived , we talk about a dream that is to be lived . we talk about the complaints of the wind that doesn't stop its hustle and longs to be seen . we talk about the the whines of the moon and sun because they long to shine together . We talk about our drifting souls which couldn't wait to get rid of the skin and bones and unite in the cosmos . when finally our voices becomes shriller because of the endless talk , we chose to embrace the silence and the let the wind speak for us .
The wind saw our fingers intertwine and a faint glow beginning to light in our hearts . The wind saw how far we traveled together in each moment of a millennia and yet didn't move and inch . the wind felt itself getting surrounded by a luminous blanket of something it could not see but only feel . As the two bodies got closer and closer the luminosity got deeper and deeper . The wind lived an era in that moment .
But for the two bodies and souls lying together ? It was just them and their head full of dreams .