I can hear the ocean tide
crashing down on your dreams.
As the pristine air hits my face
and brushes through my hair
I look up to the sky
and set my eyes on the clouds.
Each blink serves as an eraser,
not merely resetting my vision of you,
but corrupting them into nothing.
Now smiling, I stare to the sea in the background.
You are a dream to me.
Rested with the current now.