A Saturday night many, many moons ago…
She looked at me. She listened. She whispered. She smiled.
That smile. That huge beautiful smile. That brief touch.
Surrounded by friends, yet we stood there as if we were alone. So close, we could feel each other’s words. She captivated everything of me in a few single breathes. She showed me a beautiful a human being. She showed me her.
And then our ways parted. She left to another country far from the beach were our eyes had smiled. Yet the stars reminded me were we once stood.
Time past and and the distant remained. She was nothing more than a beautiful memory, a fantasy, but as true as fantasies can be.
That night, the sand touched our toes, our words each others hearts.
We heard the ocean brake and felt the gentle brush of the salted wind.
It was magic in a new moment that was gone as quick as she had come…
She became a muse in her silence and we stayed connected by the sand that remembers us.
Until this day, she is my “Wicked Games.”
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.
It’s strange what desire will make foolish people do.
I never dreamed that I’d meet somebody like you.
And I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you.