Tomorrow we'll sit by the sea.
We'll let the day pass.
There will be no need to speak.
Words only limit; the breeze is thoughtless, and free.
Whoever we are, we will not always be.
We'll pass as the day, erode into the sea,
And we'll be gone.
But we were here once, and that will always be.
My synapses conspire to create love for me to give to you.
It's just a construct of the mind, but then all we perceive is too.
It flows through the gaps, threatens to fill all forms of emptiness.
It is the ocean, and I am its earth.
Pull the tides around you.
Fall around me, in orbit, for as long as you can.
You're my illusion, and I am yours.
It doesn't have to be real to be real.