• holding
    your hand
    kicking
    our toes into the sand
    sun long set
    a sort of calm has paused
    our flow of time

    as the moon rises
    and the waves crash
    their whispered secrets
    ceaselessly
    into the shore
    i realize ive wasted
    too much time
    looking
    for all the wrong things

    love isnt a colossal force
    calling young men to war
    between head and heart
    but small, subtle
    it lies in the grains of sand
    sifting through our feet
    it exists in the warmth
    caused by our bodies
    gently touching
    on a cold night
    such as this
    i faintly hear it
    from the waves
    feel it
    on the breeze
    and see it
    in your soft brown eyes
    looking upwards
    at me
    at the stars
    at everything and nothing
    as our gazes collide
    your warm smile sends shivers
    down my spine
    and it begins
    to make
    sense