I've been crying, but my tears bathe me in sunlight. They gleam and glister in the corners of my face and it's as if the ocean is bathing me again. I can feel the soft sand under my feet and your hand over mine. And my heart feels tight, my face is wet, my hands are empty.
The stars came to comfort me and the silence floated in my dreams, the air tip-toed around the peace, careful not to stir any memories. At night my breath comes easy, floating away from me, becoming an extra presence that keeps me company. My body's eager to let my skin melt into yours, to attach our souls and connect our lives, and although this has happened once before and it shall happen yet again, my faith falters. My faith. My unshakable faith.
Oh, the future's rising, blowing plans and schedules away, ignoring the present with its wish to be more. More than reality. More than distance. Are we breeding this future right? The dreams may be brought carefully along, but the sand and the ocean and the snow...they can only follow. There's only room for our beating hearts. And our restless feet. And my dried tears.
I've been crying, but my tears are crystals of a rain that washed me deep, and they only surface what my love loves most. Your love. I mind not the tears. I would rather detest an existence free of memories (of you). And let the night bring another day.