Noise.

What is the noise wrapped in a silent cloak?
A shifting fabric that drifts over the body-
And surrenders this porous substance-
To an oceans whisper.

Transcend.

It’s a beautiful thing said the dreamer to the other.
This life, our hearts, your skin.
Shoulders brushing.
Or watching the smoke from your cigarette curl above your lip.
Transcend.
We are connected as is everything else.
To nature.
To each other.
And when all is quiet, I am here for you.
Like the redwood to the forest.
Surrounding.
Present.
Majestic.
Breathe in for me.
And I will exhale.
Together we will be the wind that catches the leaves.
Together we will be the smoke that drifts from your cigarette.
It is then we will see each other and ourselves at the same time.