Lying under a tree basking the rays of a dying sun. A leaf falls on my lap, and then another one next to us, Still we do nothing, we just shift our gaze gracefully From each other and then onto other falling leaves. We talk in our silences of what there is and what not. We hold hands for a moment, and then another; But only in the richest imaginings of our minds. Our hands stay locked up in the cages they've gotten used to. If only the time was right, if only the sun would rise tomorrow! Our 1000 forms of fears welcomes another friend of theirs. Now and then it crosses our minds, It takes us to the moon and back, it takes us to sweeter places. It runs through our minds before running into oblivion. Everything in a cinematic slow motion, peaceful and green. And we still haven't seen the blue sky that hovers above! Soon we will bury the sun and sweep away the dried leaves, Hug each other before saying goodbye, Maybe, for the last time ever! And then in the dark and dreary night, ...