And it would be like that time,
When you wrapped your hand around mine,
And showed me the shooting stars in the tide.

The water boiled up and blurred the band,
Of where the ocean met the sand,
And straddling it was you by my side.

Behind us our footprints were arranged,
And Before us the landscape continuously changed,
While the wind affected both equally.

For on one side the ground burned,
And the other constantly churned,
And between them the land touched the sea.

Yet where the two met,
It was hard to interpret,
Which force appeared to stand still.

But really they were both in motion,
A fluid yet grounding potion,
A balance we all yearn to fulfill.