1:
The sand flies with little wings,
Gliding like songbird as it sings;
And as the tides crash against the grains once more,
Only togetherness can prevent the inevitable
Compactness sparing the grains.
2:
I venture through the empty space –
Seeking that familiar smile;
Though the only thing I am capable of feeling
I notice as I stagger breathless
Because my breath belongs to you,
It has since I was last in your arms,
When you took my breath away.
