Drops In The River

It's early Monday morning and I'm in a restless and sleepy stupor. Time passes quickly but effortlessly slow. Eyes blur and memory jogs. Remember that night on the balcony? Frustrated at the lack of depth in our speech. Wanting and wishing for life with feeling. Found but not noticed. How childlike; our ignorance- the very lives we dreamed of were the very lives we already had. How hard we worked to embrace the already possessed. As if holding a gift in one hand but expecting it to appear in the other. How silly we were; I only see now. I'm glad for that night, and for this night to see it. 

On the shore, speak to the ocean and receive silence
Only you, only you, you know.

xoxox