An Infatuate's dream

Standing beside the still waters
Often did he contemplate
Of a life of routine and monotony
Or a stone ignorant of diversions

Scrutiny shaped into introspection
No sooner did he hugged an eventual solitude
Realizing the only foot prints were his
Cursed in an endless loop of desolation

But the moss filled stone had a hope
Of being casted across the water
And create innumerous ripples
Sending shivers down the spines so material

The wish finally came true
When a frolic young wave washed the shores
And it didn't leave him behind
Neither was he resistant

Seconds of time failed to describe
A paradigm shift to a world
Where he found a reason to live
Where he found someone so right

Reluctance had to play no longer
For he wished to be painted all new
With every color of dive into the unknown
With every touch, he called them memories

Speedy was the adrenaline rush
As he entwined into the cupid's canvas
He found peace, he assumed love
And an eternal promise of never letting go

The dive turned too fast and deep
There seemed no sign of the same young wave
In a murky seabed of despair
Calling it a story of a short-lived passion

The clock struck 9 when he "jolted awake"
When he was left with only 4 walls, an ascetic's plight
Was it just a dream left forgotten, the mind inquired
Go back to sleep and dream again, the heart desired