bittersweet

atlantis,
a sinking island.
we were all there, walking and enjoying the "shores" when the water rised slowly.
the gloaming stones were gone, but there were still us.
i remember there was a thorn bridge, above the deep seas seperating both island.
and safety was only at the other side.

we were all running now,
and i remember jumping, over the large gap
from the end of the bridge to the other end of it

heaps of people, crowed, all waiting at the other side.

i didn't know how and when, a hand raised up.
my reflex took over, and held the hand i didn't even know whose it was
it giuded me safely, landing away from the crowd...

feeling thankful and curious,
i turned over while our hands held
and it was you...
i remembed then, you were smilling
while you were still squeezing in the crowd.
i replied with a smile, then let go of your hand
and i continued running my journey....



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based on a true dream (21/5/06)