THE MARK

Where your eyes meet mine
and the sky on the horizon
 is where the sky kissed the ocean

Then we fell in
not in the ocean
but in each other's' arms

There we kissed
not the ocean
but each other's lips.

Where the fog dimmed our sights
on the peak of the mountain
is where we began

.we began to lose focus.

Focus of importance
not of the peak
but of our love

No-no-no
it was not the fog
it was our wearied eyes.

we looked far too much
we missed the mark.
---Fampah Coyish---