Tides

 

Your breath enters me,

Softly,

As a breeze may,

On a warm summer day.

 

Re-kindling what was

Lost,

Into the tides of time.

Your voice,

A soft whisper,

Which remembers.

 

Something infinite,

As the sands are infinite,

In the arms of the water,

That dance forever.   

 

These tides,

Which bring the pearl,

Towards the center,

Of me.

Awaiting something beautiful,

To come of this,

With time.

 

For we are these tides,

Endlessly meeting,

Forever wanting,

Yet never reaching,

What was yours and mine.