Sunset

I would hold her in my arms when the flamy sun is setting on the ege of nowhere while the night is taking over the earth slowly, but surely. Then I would kiss her and whisper in her ear how she is so important to me. She would smile and show me the shooting star that she wished on. The gentle fire would warm us and keep us safe from the deep night surrendering against it. The waves would hit against the old beach endlessly and we would listen to the whispers of the sea. After hours of of never-ending talk about everything that we live and feel, she would fall asleep in my safe arms with no worries. Carried away by our dream we would fly and reach for the sky, the moon and the stars. But they can't be reached so we would bathe in the moonlight surrounded by stars.