The memories regenerate the passions I had with you.
Like the ocean, they came crashing to the shore -
strong, unchained, uninhibited.
Like the early tide, it was newness; refreshing.
Groping on to the very like of you.
But like the sea, with its ever changing need,
the embers die when the storm comes crashing to the shore.
Crossing over imaginary boundaries
love runs frantically.
So afraid of being stranded; so afraid of being lost at sea - where there's little expectancy for survival.
