8. “Towards C.C.D…”

8. “Towards C.C.D…”

(…continued…)

The day turned slowly
like ages passing by,
By evening
the cuckoo sang sweet from the sky,

Golden light spread
on the far horizon wide,
A shy rosy blush
on their cheeks gently smiled,

The day lived on like a poem of dreams
the hours of waiting felt heavy, it seems,
The moment to meet was now very near
their ride moved ahead, to C.C.D., clear.

Heartbeats raced
with a hurried sound,
Silent stories
on trembling lips were found,

With every step
their smiles grew more,
Yet flowing emotions
hid in their eyes’ core.

A story unfinished
till yesterday’s light,
Perhaps at C.C.D.
it would turn whole and right…