Whispers of Bromo

Once upon a time where morning glows,

 We watched the light where Bromo flows.

 Your fingers laced so tight with mine,

 As dawn began her soft design.

The mist arose in silver streams,

 Like echoes drawn from distant dreams.

 No words we spoke, yet all was clear — 

 The mountain knew why we were here.

The wind, it sang a gentle tune,

 As smoke danced slow beneath the moon.

 And in that hush, so vast, so wide — 

 I found the world within your eyes.