white noise

and on the tenth day :)(:

Sometimes late at night
I hear every soft breath of the sea
willingly surrendered...
swallowed...
becoming...

Sometimes late at night
your hidden waves hold me…

as the hard curved inside
of my thoughts
move between us
back and forth...

...and the white noise of the memory of us
sigh your name over the ocean of my dreams

rushing, reflecting, tightly, personal...