She walks up to him and smiles. He nudges her and brings her aside. Away from prying eyes and gossips. "Where have you been? I have been waiting for you!" he says. She smiles and runs into his inviting arms; they steal a hug and a faint kiss.
The regular chit chat later, they sneak out hand in hand making sure not to seem so obvious. They get in his Jeep Wrangler and he says, “Where to? She replies, “where the sun sets and the moon rises, where the river meets the vast ocean and where you and I can breathe free" He knows the destination, but for now his cabin over looking the pacific will do.
He watches her as she glides on in; before she can say a word he kisses her again but more fervently, more aggressively. She struggles at first then just succumbs to his passion, her passion.
Their passion is undeniable and unattainable. Before she can open the door and bolt on out into the cold dark night, she kisses his cheek and sheds a tear. He knows he could never take her where she deserves to go. Where she ought to be, where their love could be free of all things worldly. She knows this is just a dream. He knows it is her dream and he is a visitor bound by traditions. It is her dream, and his anguish. A dream of two star crossed lovers, unlike Romeo & Juliet even death can't unite them. As these two stroll in different worlds, one’s a dreamer and the other her dream!
mrv 2009©
