Meeting place( Long version)

Come to meet me,
In the short vacations of life.
We shall play, our little games
Of no win and no loss.

Come and meet me,
In the lost nights of torrid darkness.
Where words jump into their funeral,
And lit up your face.

Come to meet me,
By the shores of that sea
Where every drop would be you
And every grain of sand, me.

In unforgiving summers,
Walk up to the stream in the village
Where we shall both let,
Our little distances wash away.

Someday, without a reason
Drop by the fields of sunshine,
Where, shall we both talk
Of tales with no morals.

Or if you say,
I shall wait, till it snows,
When, we shall both pick warmth
In each other's breathe.