when they fell in love, it was at the seaside.
on an overcast day that promised clouds in the sky.
but it was bright.
and it was beautiful.
the waves crashed upon the sand and then,
just as quickly,
pulled away.
a greek tragedy.
the sun tried and tried again to peek out
and kiss the earth.
but it had no such luck.
neither of them were looking at the view.
they couldn't pinpoint the exact moment
it their hearts began to beat for one another.
it just sort of...
happened.
like clockwork.
one moment, they had been talking about the weather.
and the next,
she compared her best friend's eyes to the sea
which made him compare his best friend's eyes to the trees.
they weren't sure why it seemed so simple.
had it always been this way?

perhaps.

I cannot write anything, the way my heart tells it
soft in murmurs or echoing loudly as it does
cannot drift the way I'd like, floating free
as dandelion seeds wild in these fields.
I hear words like arrows piercing in.
I feel shocks and waves
the sea that comes to swallow.
I face jangled places
of these fears again
amid storms of grays and clouds
and after the washing rains
the birds come singing, flying.