Our Ocean

It is not far.
The tide that brings true devotion.
That holds your hand in waves larger than earth.
Time is made to let us see the roots that grow an fullfilled heart.
The search ends where it started. In dark brown eyes that shine daily above a wide smile.
That destiny merely circles around the choises that we made. And always refers to its centre.
If i only knew that it was this easy. To let a continues flow of my love come to you.
You could  not see the chaos that brought me here. The drive trough a jungle of thoughts that left no survivors.

For now we stay here. In this valley at the lake. Where blossom rides warm air and water is pure and clear.
It was hunger. It was thirst. Of a fire that spreaded in all directions. That surrounded us with the smoke and heat.

This is the last curve on the river that is soletairly resposible to feed our ocean.

It welcomes our new sun. One that will rise in the east and will not set again untill our ocean has dried up.