Kissing the sand
Tickling your toes,
Crashing on the rocks
Dark waves washing memories ashore.
Soothing, violent,
Constant, unpredictable,
Dangerous, comforting,
I am your life-source
Your fatal ending.
You are a Cloud
Illuminated by the haloing Sun,
Drifting and soaring,
Innocent yet with a darker underside.
You are more then a flat plane wafting above my head:
You are around, under, through, below, above,
Changing form and shape,
Seeing everything, knowing everything.
You and I,
Ocean and cloud,
Are different yet the same.
We move long the same cycle,
Breathe life and death into our surroundings.
And move to our own beat,
A rhythm that has moved us for centuries.
You and I,
You and I,
You and I,
Are colliding towards our own demise.
