persian khushi (23: 01: 87 / kashmir)

A scene from when I was sixteen
I can't remember the place
Nor the families who formed the group at the picnic
I was sitting on the grass enjoying the autumn sun
Watching the new comers park their van
A sudden gust of wind
A sense of magic was in the air
Autumn leaves floating
The Fair Ones at play
My first lesson of how love should be
It was only the two of them
A beautiful redhead tall and slender
Her love bald and a head shorter
A smiling gentleman
Contented and one with each other and the universe
The love between them a blind man could sense
Was it just me?
No one else seemed to have noticed
There was a mystical feeling in the air
Intensely loving she let go of his hand
What I could read from his body language
He's promise to be careful as he kissed her lips
Before finding his way down the steep hill
I was watching her anxious pacing
Frown between her brows
The few minutes that her love was gone seemed like forever
Again a gust of magic leaves floating
When she saw her love
She ran forward to meet him
They kissed and embraced
Time stood still
Ever since I've dreamed of the same...

12/3/13