Our blackened, blistered, battered bare feet
Softly sink in silent sand step by step.
Through dark salt water air, cold breeze of heat
Our words drifted away as time slept.
We tower above, rulers of the night,
Our towers scrap the sky, scrap the ground.
Together we silence my fears, my fright
As sky and ground we found equal one sound.
Where does ground end and where does sky begin?
Midnight-blue waves weave water with the sky.
Where does love end and where does love begin?
Your warm soft hand weaves together with mine.
Dark watered sky reflects your lovely face.
I’ll recall this even if I’m replaced.
I love the final line. It’s appreciating a feeling despite knowing it may end. There’s beauty in the temporal.