At last, a fragile slumber claimed me for a few stolen moments…
And there, in the realm of dreams, he appeared once more.
In that same cherished place, under the evening sky.
I asked his name in a breathless rush,
And the place where destiny might lead us again.
He answered swiftly, with a gentle smile,
And together we wandered back to the lake’s tranquil shore.
Our bicycles rested quietly against an old tree,
While we sat upon a weathered bench,
Lost in an endless river of words and whispered dreams.
