waves, lashing, softly, intensely,
spilling on my lips, down my shirt,
the sounds, vibrate in my mind til this day,
poetry exists without a word being said

a look in your eye,
matching what's behind mine,
oh, how holy, unholy can sometimes be,
sand on our cheeks, wind in our minds,

singing of the birds, laughing at our hurts,
stories of all kinds, discovering of our kind,
darlings who've died, dreams of new lines

I lost you in a night,
as we'd grown in the moonlight,
and so, we were gone,
but remain forever in time.