Savannah

A bump in the road woke me up.

On my face, I felt the air heat up, and cool down.

So this was it.

Twelve hours of drive through Savannah.

Never had the chance to fly through Lake Volta.

Down the horizon sunset glowered with heat and power.

Sweat dripped down, and dried up.

“The night was chill." Echoed the voice.

A coolness in the wind woke me up again.

I could smell the rain which would never fall.

I could tell, even with my eyes closed.

Not bothered by the headlights flashing by.

Or the last rear lights fading out of sight.

That now was the car alone in Savannah.

With a tale nobody could ever share.

“Under the sun and stars." Echoed the voice.

I opened my eyes, startled by the sky.

Out of the horizon came all the hidden stars.

Recognized the Plough faster than anything else in my hometown.

I poked my head out of the window, admiring

Cities of constellation weaved together through space and time,

High above depths of dark looming on the side.

I searched the night sky, clockwise.

Never had in mind, from the corner of my eye,

Would I see the brightest stars in my life,

Twinkling silently from behind.

Between the seats, over the sleeping figures

We locked eyes, like the first time,

In the world’s deadliest fight.

You were reading me like your dearest diary.

So to you I confessed everything:

If we were meant to walk to the end of the journey,

I would hold your hand all the way through.

A wish to the stars I made.

So on the road we were left alone,

Which we should’ve had been,

Should we had met in the beginning of time.

We watched the last rear lights fading out of sight.

“What should we do?" You asked.

We walked, holding hands.

Thousands of miles of land lay still around us.

At the center of the universe we talked about our past.

Of how the hunter survived the troll in grey November.

Of how people changed without waiting for us to change.

Of how the fate twisted like a birthday surprise never had before.

Of how the memories would fade if they were not kept in words.

Of how the notes scattered in life be gathered and recounted.

Long were the stories, smoke rising casually in the sweet, warm air.

Sudden was the epiphany, thunder flashing in the heart of mother nature.

We passed the campfire surrounded by people and houses.

We passed the white chapel illuminated by starlight.

We passed the goats sleeping on the road.

Until we stopped, sit, and lay down.

Head on the bump in the road,

You counted the stars like you were touching the flowers.

Your pointed to Altair, and drew a unicorn.

I found a dog, probably hunting with Orion.

We let our imagination flow,

Fingers in the air doing hand shadows.

For a moment I thought you would never go away,

When you were hovering over me,

Curls of hair swaying, touch of your lips smiling.

Eyes twinkling.

Out of the horizon came all the hidden stars.

You were one of them.

Now you were fading into the faraway land.

The starry sky I swore I would reach someday.

All I could say was,

I was enchanted to meet you.

In this enchanting land of Savannah.

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