Lying here, wet from a 10pm dip —
the ocean my cleanser;
the beach my personal recliner —
I’m listening to the whispering waves
with thoughts of you and me
stretched between the
sand and the stars.And just like that, you have filled
my conscious, and my existence;
Every grain of sand here,
Every wave in the ocean there
Speaks of you, and you alone.The city behind me, let it go on as it does —
Hustling and bustling,
Foraging and forsaking —
Its numerous lights blinking
in the face of my peace
(The picture of you)
illuminating this
pitch dark horizon.Oblivious tis to the silent punctuation
of pause and perseverance;
Oblivious tis to the secrets that
(I feel)
exist in these moments
of calm quietude
and the sussurus of serendipity
the waves speak;
the sand listensAnd I?
I revel in you.
(via pbnpineapples)
Sublime it is!