Costas Komborozos

Dua Lipa Costas Komborozos

Honeyed words sprung and lingered in her beauty's stillness. The words. He remembers the words. Her beauty allowed each word to breathe in his heart, and the sun, sky, and sea all seemed brighter. The mere sight of it allowed him to move through the world to see how it all began. He remembered the first time he saw her. The music arises and becomes one with his memories. He is waiting for her beauty to become fully formed in his memory. Words flow and reproduce the image of her in his mind, which then produces a fleeting image that shines across his view of the sea. The reckoning of the minutes and the hours occurs in the brief moment when he thinks he has finally allowed time to bring him back to her. But he feels her absence seep into him once more, and the sea shines as brilliantly as it did at the beginning of his mind's secret millennium. A thousand summers have made him relive kiss after kiss, ghostly embrace after ghostly embrace. She always flees from his touch, and his eyes cry out for the mere sight of her. The music that comes from the ocean liberates him, making him feel forever free. Then he realizes that this freedom comes from her, the freedom to let his soar above the endless surface of the ocean. The music remains. Her voice remains, and then the song echoes in his memory.