Dedicated to that smile

This is what I dedicate. Dedicate to that smile.
That was not just a gesture. That stayed on, on your face for a while.

That I first saw when I noticed you watching me from the corner of your eye.
That I almost immediately fell for when you flashed at me when that day we said goodbye.

It was about a bright sunny noon, when the April sun was cruel.
We sat by each others side like strangers and yet like friends breaking every rule.
And in sometime, we just knew. That the journey would take us askew.

It was because of that innocent smile. That was on my lips for a while.

And that evening, we said goodbye, we walked away towards the road would lead us from here.
But then you turned around and so did I. Our gazes met and there came on that sheepish smile.

That smile on your face that said this was meant to be. A new chapter in my book of destiny.

And now when we sit by the sea and watch the moon rise. I let you hold my hand and feel your smile.
I carved that moment in my head, for this day to write a few beautiful words that I would dedicate to it.

The Healing

Last night I dreamt again. I was in a field of sunflowers. The early morning rays of sun were kissing its cheeks. As I walked through the field I felt them smiling at me, letting me feel its color and breathe in its beauty. Like a little girl, I felt them embrace me. And I wished, I could sit there until time turned around.

In a flash I felt like I had travelled miles. When the fog disappeared, I found myself waking up in at a cottage at the top of a hill. And as I rolled away the quilt, my feet touched the cold wood beneath tickling me, forcing me to bring on a smile. I opened the window to a picturesque view of a snow-capped peak, the greens and wildflowers creating a contrast of colors that a famous painter must have once captured into his masterpiece.

And in a flash, I was transported to another scene. This time I was sitting by the sea-shore. Where I sat on the sand, the moonlight and a million stars shone down on me. In the warmth of the sand, the waves would come to my feet and gently tease me, luring me to play with it. The horizon seemed to be glistening in the moonlight, radiating a spirit that I captured in a poetry.

But then I woke up to reality. In my night's dream, I let nature heal the wounds that were soaring. Taking all the hurt away.

I realized this is what I wanted for a long time. I'd come back from summer holiday of my dreams.