You were the ocean

and I drug my feet along the endless powdery sand

in awe of not just the

sparkle gleaming from

the surface,

but the beauty gushing

a thousand miles deeper

than I knew;

But when the darkness

glosses over the painted sky and 

snuffs out the blazing candle

hanging amongst the timeless

clouds for the night,

not only gone is the day, 

but are the chances of

you and I,

For the grass appears green 

as far as the eye does meet,

but just out of sight is

the start to a barren field and

love will not grow there

despite its pleas.

pw.