Monday, February 04, 2008

The Garden

It was a garden. With green grass, fresh from with the dew of yesterday’s rain. The sky, semi cloudy , with rays of sunshine, bursting through, and the smell of grass, perfuming the terrace with its sweet freshness,

There, in the garden….. was you and I…..

Piano tinkling in the background….what music was playing, I cared not…

There you were, in the hammock, long black hair cascading around your face, framing……your dark eyebrows, perfectly adjoining just below the bridge of your nose… Your smile, ever present...your laughter, intoxicating…
There I was, comfortable as never before….

There we were, in the garden, talking, laughing, gesticulating, probing, understanding..

In the garden, You and I, time stood still

There, in the garden…. I never wanted the moment to end…