The moon hung high in the sky,
I was floating on waves of affection,
You held me grounded in your arms.

My heart races with something unknown.
The sand was cool beneath my feet,
But wrapped in your arms I was warm.

The ocean sang a song to the moon,
Caught in its rhythm we danced,
We tripped, kissed and laughed at unspoken jokes.
Hearts pounding frantically for each other.

On the beach with you,
Bathed in silver light,
I let love flow through me
Healed and happy in you arms.

How deep is a puddle?
Underneath the sky
Atop the earth
And soaking into the dirt beside the rugged asphalt

Created beside the hand of man
How it reaches in
Just to stir itself into a frenzy

How it seeks to meddle and mend the crooked stream
From its own perspective  
When the preference is not to wind but to align

For this I say
Unto the man
Who holds the line
With his elbows locked and intertwined

That a winding way is not a way
Or a challenge from the immortal hand
It's just a steam of the natural
It's just the earth trying to begin again

Pulling the water back to the sea
To grind the eternal rock to sand

Ever so slowly

And this is why
Directly beside your creation
The puddles began

I think I know
What it is you want

All the secrets
And everything we had

All of it
You want it gone

The memories we made
All the love we had

Its Like an old *****
Buried in the sand

To be swept away to sea
And never to be seen again.