Lost & Found

Two worlds

T'was when storms turn into illusion—

In the mind where constant voices echoed.

Words, that was a series of assumptions, and

I would look up high to see the vastness,

And complexity of the universe,

to start appreciate the beautiful—

moment that person had given to me.

It felt more compelling when the cool breeze,

As it ran wispy around the thin air...

And with our words would exchange to whispers.

Both hands were intertwining each other,

For just a moment of two worlds collided.