Romance Sounds

Birds were crouched with each other to find the warmth in their nests.

It was hard for them to chirp anymore. The frosty wind was gently whistling against the cold grass on that dreamy evening.

The fairy of the trees was dancing pleasantly with the sand which was rising with the wind.

The waves were crashing on with the rocks like two disobedient, proud, and very stubborn lovers who couldn’t love without subjection.

The power of the crashing of the waves was enjoyed by the human lovers. The lovers were escaping from one reality, to join another which contained more abstract musical notes. They had climbed so many hilltops and had set their destination on the most beautiful one. They became one while lying on the ground and their souls were in the sky.

The moon was no longer lonely. She was happy with the singing of the lover’s eyes.

The stars shining like mixed smiles in the sky showed the harmony of this melodious night.

Birds, trees, waves, and rocks were not enough of a surprise. Its climax would be achieved only with a guitar dedication that would perfectly express this wonderful romance.

However, the sound that exemplified the music, even more, was the heartbeat of the young people. Their heartbeats were not only in sync, they were beating so fast and loud as if they were singing to the pentagram of the living sentiment of the walking madmen.

Surprisingly, the architecture of the heart is also built to create music paths rather than rainbow feelings. To enter the intersection without knowing that the butterflies do not live eternally. However, their souls hardly can walk away when they do not want to allow it.

Faced with the fire, they were forgotten because it was reflected in their eyes. Opposite the infinite horizon, they were forgotten because the depth of their heart's voices did not need to scream.

Facing the view that nature woke up to because a star fell off and a desire had to be expressed. A desire like You and me in eternity.

Suddenly a noise was heard somewhere out there, but not in this abstract reality, in one more common.

From it, the waves died, the rocks disappeared, there was only the moon, but this moon wept while the stars were hiding in another cosmos.

The pen writing this story ran out of ink as everything that happened wasn’t real. How could there be such a beautiful tale in this life, rather than being the tale of my dreams?!