The rain has stopped falling.
But I haven’t.

I’m lost in a dream world that could not possibly be real.

You tell me it is.
So I believe you.

And with the wind caressing my hair,
we stand and watch the world move.

The sea smells of salt.
The city air is thick.

And we have no time limit.

People are rushing around us.
Noise fills the sky.

Chaos doesn’t feel chaotic at all.
It feels natural.

Normal.

She sways like the wind that touches her…
Seduced by the sun and moon.

Kissing the sand.

Passion.

She never cries.
But she will hold you in her arms.

You might get lost in her…
She’s far more complex than anything you have ever seen.

Her touch leaves you to wonder…
What else could she be hiding?

So you search her…
For all her secrets and all her treasures.

The beautiful and the ugly.
The lost and found.

Forever she remains in the same place.
Welcoming you with open arms.

So go explore her.
But be careful…

She is precious.
She is fragile.

She may turn you upside down.
Or even leave you breathless.

You are warned.
But you are loved.

By her.

The desert craves the rain.
Like I crave your attention.

It’s needed.

That quench of thirst that I cannot keep quiet.

Dry.

Aching for a taste of relief.

So give it to me.
I am in need of your eyes gazing into mine.

The feel of your hand on mine.

Just like how the coyote howls at the moon…
I’m waiting for a sign.

So give it to me.

I know you have it.

You’re what I need.

Like the desert needs rain.