Post #4543

“When Shore Remembered the Sky” King of mountains, tall, proud, quiet. Queen of oceans, wild, deep, riot. He ruled the silence, she ruled the storm, he stayed still, she changed form. But one soft evening, where the world ends, the mountain came walking, with winds as friends. She arrived dancing, with salt in her kiss, waves in her hair, and tides full of bliss. They didn’t speak much, they just sat near, the sky turned pink, the winds grew clear. He touched the shore, she touched his feet, “Can stillness,” she asked, “ever love the fleet?” He smiled, “You’re chaos, and I’m just stone. But maybe in this twilight, we both feel home.” She laughed like thunder, he cracked like light, and for once the mountain, didn’t miss the height. “I’ll leave at dawn,” she whispered, low. “I know,” he nodded, “That’s how oceans flow.” They didn’t promise, no vows, no chain Just met, like sky meets windowpane. He stayed the peak, she stayed the sea. But shore still holds their memory. Because sometimes, the most beautiful love, isn’t meant to stay. just meant to be...