In the frightened skies, the lovers are silent, for they seek peace.

Watching as the clouds pass, the memories of flowing past, wandering at ease.

They liquefy with an ephemeral contact, their fresh skin on a summer night.

Evolution in human specie, believing the impossible possible, 

the infinite sets and seems to materialize in stained hopes, from passion to love.

The wind knew to be patient, and the leaves stayed mobiles. 

They kissed for a while, savoring this proximity 

later to restore their original yet metaphysical concept, 

metaphor of a real euphory yet intangible feeling.

In the space of that time which resulted, what seemed arduous was feasible. 

To determine the existence of a quiet moment 

and the stillness of movement known that this emotional sense is disarming.

Spirals of stars watching over her welfare, illumine her,

imagining a future in harmony with time and peacefully reign forever, 

respecting their expanding parallel universe  

in awe with the creation of a new world triumphing from chaos.

In this whirlwind of thoughts here he is finally fixed, 

to contemplate that, yes, 

innocence is a good feeling that lulls him, 

charms him like never before. 

Humbly expecting more

To see the innocence of a pure and favorable emotion is wisdom.

In the brightened skies, the lovers are serene, for they have found peace