Hands, feet, hair, clothes, faces,
In a crowd they all bleed together, all look the same,
and i'm desperately searching for your passing figure,
Smiles, frowns, looking down,
everything becomes a nauseating swirl,
as I too am spinning to find my center,
teal, blue, yellow, green,
they all pummel me like crashing waves,
and suddenly all of the chaos dulls,
as my senses are wrapped in a familiar comfort...

your scent

Eyes rise and are captured by yours,
and i'm suddenly grounded by the deep earthy browns,
as your gaze makes everything fall into place,
the storm calms and the waves die,
I finally find my center,
*my beacon in the sea