The tides in,
A sun setting,
On warm sand,
With birds nesting.
No more confusion,
Just a simple heart,
For which is seen,
A work of art.
Not seen by a mind,
Only felt by the one,
Stillness in a moment,
Silenced from the sun.
The sky breaths,
With a whispering wind,
As the sun sets,
On an ocean filled with stars.
Purity in the moment,
Stillness of oneself,
A very telling story,
Of a lover and itself.