Some day all these illusions will break and we will be left stranded on the island of loneliness. We will stand by its shores and gaze at the infinite. For an eternity...

In doing so, we will again start to hope. For, at the edge of finite, the earth and the sky make us believe of their togetherness. And we oblige because, in the twilight of white nights, we saw them fulfill each others desires.

Did not the showers from the sky kiss the barren land and quench its thirst ?  Did not the earth give birth to beautiful birds which filled the empties of the sky ? The bird could never do without the guidance of the wind....and in turn, the wind never traveled in solitude...for deep in its heart, it always carried the melodious song of the bird.

This way she completed the sky and in turn he understood the earth's longing. 

And we, out of our deep desire to witness their marriage at edge of finite, sail on and on.. against the tides and into the infinite....only to realize, their togetherness is but an illusion. We return to the shores dejected and disheartened.

Little did we realize that they love each other... but never make a bond of it. Guru Gibran did.