We have not met for ages, we have not imagined to meet.. and yet you wait, like the guard of the moon. In my soul, I see you next to the moon supporting it’s existence with your sad glancing towards the glowing; your silhouette seems tall, with your head stood by the moon.
I am breathing now. In deepest breathing I swallow the past back to the lungs and I calmly breathe all out and further my writing. I can’t forget you your eye sight’s approaching… behind me. Then I switch my solide soul towards the ever peaking prime in my life.
The deepest summer, along the little branch of black dragon river, you chased and followed me like the vaguest wind passing skirt and its floating apron. How tall were you? your grand shoulders were over half of my head..my hair was long, to the bumpy butty bottom covered by fall of the elegant line of my rose patterned velvet dress, that was slim. ( i design that i found that material it was made by…a lady sturdy, i can remember that she was so gentle and flexible, no more than that) He, you was the soldier from air force. You told be you had been the lieutenant. Your gray color eyes shined, let me feel the mysterious sorrow I seemed get tiny clue of why. You jogged that hard on the machine, you seemed a you will loose. That’s the reason you were that much in the eagerness to find anywhere else for a run. And I know as real man you are truly white and tall. and but in my impression you were ever a silhouette black.
You walked along with me…you paced your steps like the gorgeous general. You held my round elastic shoulders, you were so proud next to the little me, my hair swept on you, you felt like flying to the moon escaping clouds milky….
You put me on the iron rail, so you reached me…that kiss was most long and tenderly. There was no more world around me..there was only the warmth circulating me…in the dress velvet…
With midnight road lamps showering the glory, you sent me home. The taxi driver was shocked and pretended classy :) he said, with his admiration: " this foreign ghost looks really top!" I didn’t not get why he said so, what i got is that the gentleman treat from you, that’s not considered lucky for ages. And I forget you all quite quickly but the phrase you said: i will look at the moon, while you miss me. " In my mind you were the ever silhouette next the moon shiny.
The warm wind floats across my moon lit face…flapping skirt next to u…the river branch of black dragon was shimmering sparkling with lowest voice singing silently…. But, where are you my lieutenant to be?Where is my black dragon’s branch river? I feel the white twinkling lights in my mind, that’s where it should be. In mind’s picture, there are also the boats with sharpe curves since that’s the very specialty on the well known branch river -pine flower.
In China, northeast, the city of Oriental Paris. Romantic story and moon scene in mind.