lonely island

on top of the lonely island we woke up with the first rays of the sun, listened to birds and watched the ever-changing sky

we walked through ancient stone paths, bathed in cool blue waters, laid on hot dark stones and listened

we listened to the sea, to the water rolling through stones, the winds, the crows, the seagulls by the shore, the precious rainfall, the stories of those who live here and the silence of the island that is kept unspoiled by the ones that fell in love with its magic

the bitersweetness of late august was filled with ever-changing hues, the warmth of the sun on our bare skin, the warmth of your body holding mine through the hours, long after the sun crossed the sky and met the sea, somewhere behind the hills and we were greeted by the moon

my soul felt home

like i needed to be nowhere else

we talked for hours

made it even more special, to be here with a soul that understands yours so well, that knows the ways of your labyrinth, memorized every crack and turn

and yet chooses to stay under dripping ceilings, to watch and listen to the big drops join the moss-filled stones, to run barefoot through golden fields and dive through blue deep waters, it’s warm hands around yours

i always wonder what else is to discover

still, the thought of it does not scare me

every once in a while, the silence in between was filled with the hum of the wind and the distant sounds of the small village

in my mouth, the taste of sweet ripe peaches and the salt on your tan skin