The slow slide of the sea
laps the sand
pauses, then slips back again.

Waves grow with the wind
changed by the currents
and tides that ebb and flow.

The future flees
fretful and forgetful
into the whimsy of the night.

First it was a tornado,
Then it became a lion,
And one day it'll become a memory,
Floating...
Somewhere...
Burning paper tips at the end of clouds like ember,
And sunsets dipping below horizons,
To conclude that life...
Moves on...
Isn't it beautiful though?
Ripples like an angel's vibrato across waves.
Singing in harmony with perfection.
Silhouettes and dancing shadows,
Stretching beyond vision,
Disappearing under currents,
And making itself known in another hemisphere.
Peaking and rising and sharing its beauty with someone else.
While its absence is mourned.
Until it returns in the morning again.
Bring new hope.

i throw myself into the waves of life's experiences, and the ocean she does not crash me into the rocks.
she washes me clean and changes me.
the deep deep water of dreams
the ancient currents lead me to strange new islands
exotic and curious rabbit holes
random mad tea parties
celebrations of life
and embracing the wonder of the light pouring through the morning window
smoke in sunlight
incense and candlelight
smoke dancing in the waves of music
the ocean of air we swim in
we are at the bottom of this ocean
the deep deep water of air.

A random chance,
Fraction of a second.
But coincidence or fate,
Two dimensions poised
Divergent courses take a tangent
An intersection never meant to be.
What they lack in time together
Is made up for in passion.
For a fraction of a second
They become one.
The Moment Rests,
hung in silent tranquility,
In that perfect little piece,
of Eternity.

Can't it always be this way
why do people change,
why does time move on.
we struggle against a current
that pulls our body one way,
but the soul another.
It pulls my hand from your grasp,
desperately struggling
to hold the precious memory
of a time long since past.