The possible impossibility

Like the evanescence of dawn, like the refraction of light

unlike routine, unlike practice.

Like shakespeare's juliet and her romeo's  

impossible and everlasting love

dissolved not even by the distance of death

the song of our hearts rings and melodically waves in the current of the Wind 

making us the luckiest in the world

yet this luck has seemed to vanish just like that

gone with the currents of the Wind

a waste of time and of all those precious moments

that were shared in the evanescence of dawn.