I wish, Yvaine.

(From the Little Black Book)
Tuesday 15 September 2009 9.20pm Home

We laid our back down on the hot sand, staring into the vast night skies. There were little stars scattered across the dark canvass, like beautiful eyes that glitter while they are looking down upon you.

"Everyone has their own stars, to light them through their journeys and to look after them when they stumble upon their own feeble feet," I pondered. You know, those electric blue eyes which light a warm fire in your heart everytime you stare into them and all of a sudden, you feel that Apollo is singing a night hymn to you, healing your wretched soul.

"In the real world, I'm actually not a very humourous person," I broke the soothing sound of waves enfolding our night.

"We know. That's why we try to make it as bearable as we could for you," she replied slowly while reaching out for my hands.

We continued gazing into Heavens. The night was enchanting with the resplendent dots sprinkled transversely, as if they had been carefully carved in such a way to represent the hearts of a million travelers.

"Look, there's Orion!" My forefinger pointed directly to a constellation of three stars. I paused while thinking, it does look like the outline of a great hunter's body, like the Greek myth.

"Kind of like the three us, isn't it? Together and effulgent."

We looked at each other and chuckled at such self-indulgence, letting the brilliant twilight take us over.

And the moment lingered.