3 am... the clock had told her. The morning dew was still taking its shape and the dream was still fresh in her mind. It lingered like a kiss' after taste. She wondered...

"Miles of 8, 000 Kisses..."
he started to pen
but it's too vague
and the dead
are not
talking today...

Strange... that dream was strange. It definitely tasted like a kiss but no one's there. It left a void and it only made the longing worse...

...He took another drink
and looked into
dreams
he saw her once
her hair drew
a silhouette of
cascades in the waterfall...

...She found herself staring at the moon again. The moonlight never gave her warmth. But something... something serene had embraced her. Secured. Contented. She closed her eyes...

...he stood there
at the edge of
contemplation
"Miles...
....of 8, 000 Kisses"
It made sense...