Lucy

When we first met at the beach where we exchanged pleasantries, and engaged in a long conversation where you told me you baffled at the ebbs and flows of the tide yet scuttled at the soaring altitude of encroaching waves that outstretch and blend in like the dimples on your cheeks… where you told me you wished you were free like birds of the air, you would venture out across the deep to far unfamiliar lands free from fetters of familial ties… You did not fall for me, nor did I for you… That our paths crossed, that we met at the beach, were predestined inclinations of our stars, devoid of mortal deliberations; though we felt we could give ourselves a chance   You did not fall for me, nor did I for you But, we fell for that rare bond of our sudden connection strengthened by the obvious likeness of our mental aesthetics we fell for the rejuvenating rays of the setting sun, for the flight of falcons across the clear clouds, for the swishing sands of the sea, and the towering waves wavering before our eyes… we fell for our aligning dreams that conjoined like Siamese twins in our minds’ eyes conceived in the depths of our hearts You did not fall for me, nor did I for you It was the dilemma of our fate.