Sea, of thoughts and stories

We are aboard, sailing through these thoughts

On a deck, in front of a cabin enclosed in glass holding the presence of your being, there I stand…

I stand, unaware of the wind caressing the length of my hair,

For I, I am lost in the red of wine,

I have my gaze fixed on the grip of a transparent spine,

The realization of salt on my skin and I turn to look through what parts me from you…

And then, there was you, distant…

Eyes straight ahead, piercing every layer to land on the blue of a quite sky,

On the blue of a raging sea…

Caught me with an embarrassed smile,

Your head now bent to the navy of the book pressed in your palms…

Half a smile, and dents in your cheeks,

I had a parameter to walk before my hands can turn that knob of your enclosure…

A spree of thoughts, I believe is what you mastered to ignore…

A box of stories, I believe is what made my existence clear…

Shall I now, ask you to leave that carved wood and let your feet feel free…?

Shall I now, let you ask me to sing before the sirens begin to fill this simper air?

Or shall we, wait for the night to hold us in an arena of credence?

In this sea, floats every word ever believed,

See, the dusk has yet to charm us in disbelief…

But in this moment, the poetry is alive…

See, the haze is nearing…

But in this moment, lives your thoughts, lives my stories…

See, we shall never belong anywhere else…

For, in this moment, sojourn is what we are…

For, in this moment, we breathe infinite…

“Silhouettes of you - Issac Gracie”

*inspired from a brilliant conversation, there is a tornado in the silence of the night