Conventional, sure.
But it will never matter.

I linger in the opalescent pools
For seconds of eternities.
When they press forward I
Push back my hands and wait.
The next wave breaks soon.

It doesn't matter
If others have pressed here
On these same grains of sand.
The imprints are made soft and falter.
And so I stand and let the
Granules bury my feet and
Establish them.

Oh, how far have others swam?
Have their feet left the ground?
For now I only hover,
And the wave crests and lifts
Me to the dusk.

Soon they'll carry me out on a
New moon. Soon they'll ease me back.
And I don't care which water has been
Here before.
Moments can be replayed and
Returned and tossed, but
I'll hug the horizon and
Let my fingers slip from the coastline.

Among the pigment of the strobe lights,
I looked for the gazes of strangers,
For some emotion misplaced.
But all I could find was you
Flowing through the unwintered light.
No precaution taken, and
Yet, you stood there, and here.

You only looked down at the ground,
We both did. And when
We both gathered courage
(Or you for us)
You disappeared into candlefog.

I’d reach out and hold tight,
If only I’d forgotten
The tomorrows you’d drifted off to.
And as the dancers share a final
Embrace and kiss, I see us
Standing there
In that sweet, candled tomorrow.