OVERTAKING THE LAST INDIAN MINUTE

On the shore of the cyber ocean: your innocent hands took mine.
The walk along the foreign bay landed you uncommonly dear to my mind.

Rattled life.
Abandoned dreams.
Jilted hearts.

Hey, here we are again: 
overtaking the last Indian minute travelling to The Mood,
bringing The Alien home.
Distant laughter and frequent smiles rendering warmth to the hearts.

Sail into the night for the faith of a sound sleep, Potato 58!