Puckered lips, they always burn in the light.
Driving grip, you hold his hand tight.
He always loved the ocean, the whispering waves.
The shells, the tide pools, and the caves.
Sitting on shore, you watched beckoning for glances.
This was one of those soul stirring romances,
The kind that would take your breath and never give it back
The kind that would coo your spirits and give you a heart attack.
Your spirit was a warm effervescent candle of kindness and love,
His was blue and cold like the oceans crashing below or the airy sky above.
In each others eyes there would always be a pool of satisfaction
But just like the universe there will always be a positive and negative reaction.
It will toy with your emotions and cause you doubt
Make you feel uneasy and wanting to run about
But it will also be freeing like an endless road to anywhere
A feeling of want and need and yet a feeling you can fly everywhere.
You are the two poles the north and the south,
the migration and the hearth.
The desire for more and the desire to stay,
The desire for stillness and the desire for play.
So you sit there and watch him as he walks away,
A cloud you could never catch but would just as breathe anyway.
Clouds never stay, better to save the rain for a sunny day.