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Silver Moon Eyes

In that day I just stood there looking at the sky knowing that I would never find you. I look at the sunset and knowing that in the other side you were going to watch the sunrise. I knew that I hadn't broken yet, I knew it would take years for me to break but at that time I'll be full of agony and my heart could be cold as ice. I went to a trip to a place I remember as thought it was a second ago, I rewind and put replay at that memory in side my head you were alive. I went and took me hours for me to find you. You were at a market full of people and animals, you were walking on air. You glide through those crowded streets. You wore long blue silken pants and shoes of those ancients once. You wore a shirt over and then your face was cover by a veil also all of your cloths were blue but with different shades. But the thing that made me want to catch me was your eyes. The eyes I'd never seen before, you looked at me, you didn't speak you didn't say a word but just looked at me and started to walk off. I tried following you but you moved like water, you playfully started hiding and I followed you. You were so beautiful, I catched you at last; you dragged me into a lone corridor full of trash and waste. You put me against the wall and lift up your veil and kissed me. I never did saw your face but your silver moon pair of eyes hunted me forever.

I looked for you everywhere and I looked, I searched for eyes like yours. I traveled through the world and went to different places and different little worlds. I looked for the unknown and the known and I never did find eyes like yours. My search still continues and will continue because I want to prove you wrong. I of course never did find eyes like yours and now that I'm wrinkle I stare at the sky and know that somewhere those pair of silver moon eyes are staring back.

On the day I almost passed away I saw you, you came through the door and you still looked young as ever, your eyes were still silver and your hair was the same, shinny as the sun. You took off your veil and I reached out with my wrinkly hands and touched your sensitive skin that I presumed was untouched because you tried to back away. But then you smiled at me and bend over and kissed me once again.

"Thou shall see thy later," you said with a voice I never heard before it felt warm and it was gentle and kind, it was the softest whisper I ever heard. I fell in love with you all over again. You took my hand and kissed it gently and stayed with me until I took my last breath.

We walked through a long tunnel and at the end I saw you along with me and other people that looked as beautiful as you did. But none of them looked as beautiful as you did, he gave me a kiss on the cheek and then I noticed that our hands were still connected and I saw my hand it wasn't wrinkling but young like yours.

"I have found my pair of silver moon eyes" and you only smiled and giggled; you took my arm and we walked to the banquet that was waiting for me.