Dots in the sky

Hurry hurry, rush rush, run run,you will miss the train &then your whole life will collapse.


A minute here and there, I said,matters nothing if you are with me.


And when you are away, maybe in a train that will bring you to me,I am unable to think of anything else than how many minutes there are until I will kiss & hold & touch you again.


We met in a park trees covered with snow as leaves had taken a maternity leave.That is how you describe the park where time ceased existing for me.

Someone has attached dots to the sky, you told me, when birds flew above us.I smiled and you took my hand.The dots move, you continued.And they did.


We met when winter was the saddest.It was a long season, longest in several years, they said.I had lost the count; only you mattered.


The winter never ended -- it snowed, dots moved in the sky & I missed the trains.When we met winter was the saddest.When we loved winter was the happiest& never-ending.