They walked. Away from people. Into the wind.
The waves beat the stones. He caresses her hand.
The horizon far away into the sun. Their bodies, closer then god and heaven.
The cliffs, taller then their ego. But their passion overcame its height.

They stood there. He squeezed; she held.
As the sea, gently, yet quickly, devoured the sun.
Then the fight began. Two lost animals.
The bear gazed into the tigers eyes. A stand off.
They battled for hours. Holding back. Even though the waves grew stronger.
Yet the wind felt smoother.

A storm was brewing.

Into the eye of the storm they dived. And from it...wanted no return.

The stars were roaring.
Their eyes; closed
The sea was furious.
Their kiss; gentle.
The horizon became wider.
Their limits; narrower.

These ghosts escaped from a dream. Unaware of whats next. Loving its oblivion.