Blind Pilot

We kissed in a crowded room.

After midnight, beneath closed eyes.

The touch of your lips beneath mine

Was vivid.

And it took the oxygen we didn't need.

After all, it was only a dream.

I awoke feeling lightheaded,

my mind spinning in circles.

But from the kiss or the absence of you...

I don't know which.

I wonder if the sand gets tired.

tired of being harshly tossed on the shoreline,

it's fragile pigments scattered in chaos.

I wonder if the waves get tired of crashing

and a life full of constant ups and downs.

Does the sea ever long for stillness?

Darling, you and I are the tide.

Science tried to define us as the rise and fall,

according to the gravitational pull of the moon.

And I admit, scientists are experts on logic.

But they never account for the hearts behind it.

So maybe the gravitational pull is our heartbeats.

Because the waves and sand belong together.

Even in ups and downs.

Even when we wish for stillness.

Our ocean may be made of salty tears we've cried,

and the rubble of sandcastle memories torn down.

But please don't forget my love,

The dance the waves and sand know,

and makes them forget about stillness,

The dance that's beautiful enough to be called art. 

 Because we belong together.

And I'll wait for the gravitation pull of our pulses

to bring you back to me.

The tide can only stay apart for so long.

And I..... will wait for you.