a long, long time ago

we sat together in the old fountain. i remember a snake, a little snake, peeking through the stones to stare at us, dancing at the rhythm of the falling water, of the cold, whispering breeze... it was winter, a beautiful winter evening with crystalline light breaking through the clouds, moving slowly but steadily towards the nightfall - eternal cycle of day and night, of light and darkness. darkness. quietly, darkness crept around us, surrounding us with its embrace without really touching us. and there we stood, siting together on the fountain, sharing secrets never told,dreams never spoken, and a promise. in the silence we talked, as if in a reverie, surrounded by the grays and greens of a nature unspoiled by human touch. i had long since forgotten this feeling; and even though i had never been there before it felt like home, as if everything i could see beyond the moss-covered stone walls was mine, ours, ours alone. there and then i felt no time, no pain, no sorrow... only peace, grace, evanescence. the sweet evening dissolved everything under a blazing sky. and suddenly nothing really mattered, and suddenly we drank in the discovery of the world, in the discovery of our inner selves, revealing to each other. i saw the light falling far, far away, when the night started to make herself heard - quietly, though, not willing to disturb us. i felt the future drawing near, revealing in the sweetness of you.... a future when light is allowed, when i dare believe in it...

a perfect moment.