It is only half an hour away. Few steps more. A day away. The ring

arrived. Champagne is cold. The night awaits.

It slips away, through as the wind between our hands. As a futile kiss.

Brief and sweet. That’s why always we need more. A promise made.

A failed delivery. A tear as loud as an ocean. A scream reaching

God. Echoless. A stupefying anxiety blurring your mind.

Shaking your gait to collapse on your knees. Standing against

all odds. Trying again. Taking a deep breath. Taking a warm shower.

An open door letting in all the stars. The moon floating in front of you.

At the edge of madness. Your fingertips tingling. Your spine bristling.

Your forehead a beach full of furrows and salt. The sun burning you.

The next drink getting to your head. A lassitude pushing you to the

sofa. Laying on your back with your eyes closed. A heavy dream

carrying you one more time. Thank Heavens there is tomorrow.

Rest, brother. You shall be well. Let the stars work their magic with

their soft gentle hands.

EO