With not a soul to make connect, the night was abysmal till across the room, two eyes peered like the first light of the moon on a densely clouded night.
Slowly we walked as if pulled by an imperceptible string, our eyes met. Those dark eyes like an enchantress busy in her magic. Those unhurried steps like a lion well past his prowl.
My heart raced like a million drums playing. And then your gaze shifted. With a thud my heart sank. You walked past but the whiff of your fragrance lives forever and we remain strangers in the night.
Dedicated to Frank Sinatra’s ‘Strangers in the night‘
Linking this post to Write Tribe 100 words on Saturday 2014-2
Also, linking this to Ultimate Blog Challenge– January 2014
Image Courtesy: Google