Meeting at Night

by Robert Browning 

The grey sea and the long black land;

And the yellow half-moon large and low;

And the startled little waves that leap

In fiery ringlets from their sleep,

As I gain the cove with pushing prow,

And quench its speed i' the slushy sand.

Then a mile of warm sea-scented beach;

Three fields to cross till a farm appears;

A tap at the pane, the quick sharp scratch

And blue spurt of a lighted match,

And a voice less loud, thro' its joys and fears,

Than the two hearts beating each to each! 

                                                         

Two lovers, regardless of the challenges, meet at night. It has to be at night because nobody must find out that they are seeing each other. Joy and fear are always around them. What a story. 

It does happen, anyway. Reflecting on how we are reminds me of this poem, which I learned in my literature class few years ago. I've always thought to myself that it's stupid to make a very risky decision that will lead to things I can't see clearly. Besides, it's tough to accept the fact that there is more impossibility than possibility. Breaking my very own rules (or not), I really don't know what I have done and what I will do. This is a mistake. A beautiful one, maybe? 

Let's see.