Holding the tide

In the waves of the ocean
There is no one else
but us and the notion
Of the birds and the whistling leaves
That crawl into the room
Where we lay in the sheets
And I drown in the rhyme
That you paint in my mind
Drawing a line, deep and insane, between
beauty and pain

The birds outside these ocean walls
They sing their noisy song
The pressure in my chest, it grows
As I long for your rhyme,
to enter the body of mine
And then it flows into my veins
And tries to break the chains

We hold the tide
It flows
We fly
Until the moment comes
For us to say
Good bye.