It has always been you.
The bougainvilleas were blooming slowly;
I could see you from beneath,
You were watching the butterflies in the flowers –
Oh, what a beautiful sight.
The scorching sun shone, warming my skin;
I could see you from above,
Your eyes smiling from your cheeks,
And oh – I smiled that night.
The cold wind was blowing my hair;
I could see you from afar,
You were on the top of a mountain,
Standing there with all your might.
The white circle ice touched my face;
I could see you from here,
You were staring at the campfire,
Your eyes sparkling bright.
And now, the last three hundred sixty-six day has come;
The full moon glimmered,
Like a spotlight on the lake;
The fog lit up;
I could see you from a very close distance,
You were dancing, your eyes full of stars;
I walked towards you,
But as I walked, you kept on getting further,
So did I – my eyes began to fight.
I tried,
But I just could not reach you;
And then I remembered:
You were beautiful,
One of a kind –
A different soul.
So I ran,
Like a wolf was chasing me –
To cut the barrier between us,
Trying my best to get to you,
And I did it, I was so close to you at your back;
The olive trees even waved a rock.
You noticed me as soon as I got to you,
Because you stopped dancing,
Slowly turning to me,
Your long hair flourishing;
You smiled at me,
Held my cheek,
Touching my face with your icy hand, I quivered;
You whispered in a soft tender voice,
"Sorry . . . please don't cry."
That was when I noticed,
There was warm water pouring from my eyes.
I stared into your eyes,
I was fascinated by its ocean,
And I knew, it was a last long look;
You smiled at me,
And I knew, it was a one last hook,
Because slowly . . .
You faded.
My feet were glued to the ground;
I could feel the water streaming down my cheeks,
Down to my poor miserable heart who breaks;
It felt like I was drowning –
Drowning in my own tears.
But then I continued running through that forest,
Hoping for some fireflies in that infinite darkness;
I continued chasing through that road,
Because . . .
Who knows?
Maybe it would lead to you.
Or maybe not . . .
But I still continued going,
Even if it was not certain,
Because I love you.
