• Little waves rush up in greeting, bringing new friends and whisking away the old. An ever changing cycle. The smell of brine and damp wood clings to the air. The pale sand beneath my naked toes glitters in a restless fashion. I lift my head and my weary eyes are met by the sight of the ocean, cool and smooth. No worries touch its glossy surface and I let my mind mimic what my eyes see. The flawless facade of the sea reflects the opalescent hook in the sky, just waiting to catch a comet for herself. To hoard the beauty of the night to itself. But she should not fear, the glimmer of Lady Luna surpasses the smudges of her children. Those children who think themselves worthy of sharing the sky. And yet without them we could not see the true majesty of the moon who now hides her face beneath a sheer veil. I wish upon the greedy babies of the sky for night to never end, yet I know it is pointless. On this little slice of sand that dreams under the night sky in a bed of waves no time shall pass. An eternal night graces me with its sweet sacrifice. And somehow I know I'm not alone, there is another on this island of serenity. I lay my fragile body on the tiny grains of laughter and tears and feel with my dreaming mind my otherworldly friend lay beside me. No time passes. Night remains, long enough to count the stars a thousand times. The only thing I know anymore is that there are two bodies feeling the same sand, two hands joined in an innocent embrace, and four eyes trying to map their way to the dawn that will never come. And when the sky claims us in her sorrowful expanse we will be blessed with the honor of looking down on all that we could not see when we were busy looking up at what we thought was everything.