And the tides stayed

He came nameless

Met me in those tides

Under the stars

When Orion rode gallantly 

In the moon cape.

The actuality of time 

Seemed ridiculous at that tick

Those golden locks wet and dripping,

There he stood, right in front of me

And I forgot to breath.

‘You, remember, You’,

As he stroked my hair behind my ears

‘Me?’

I stared sharp into those 

Earth looking eyes,

Harder and harder for more answers and explanations.

But none followed

He went his way as leaves rustled 

The clock ticked, 

And Orion seemed confused about his purpose

And I stood there 

With nothing but tides to question

‘You better answer me’

‘Me?’