Reason

A reason to splurge,
A reason to live,
A reason to take,
A reason to give

A reason to fall,
A reason to know,
A reason to die,
A season to grow

Salt

The two of them sit, hand in hand and look far into the ocean.

"What is Love really?"
"It is what we make it Jane."
"Tell me more. What is love to you?"
"No one can answer that !! Its too complicated!"
"I want to hear. Tell me. "
"Love is... love is passionate. Its subtle.. its not loud. Yes, its definitely not loud. "
"Hmmm.. what is passion then? Isn't passion loud?"
"No."
"Its not?? I always imagined passion to be alive."
"So it is, but its not loud."
"Then.."
"When you look at the ocean, what do you see?"
"I see the horizon. I see light bouncing of the waves."
"When you think of the ocean, what do you see?"
"I see blue."
"Do you feel anything?"
"I feel calm. Excited."
"Is the ocean inviting?"
"Yes."
"Would you like to dive in?"
"No."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"But it is beautiful.."
"Oh yes. So very beautiful."

"So the ocean you see is different from what you think of?"
"Yes."
"Even when you are sitting here in the sand. With the smell, the touch, the taste of the air? The picture enthralls you more? "
"Yes."
"Is the picture Loud?"

He smiled at her and then into the distance. She looked at him and saw his eyes. Eyes so wise, so subtle.. so not loud.. The sand had never felt so rough before. The air was full of salt.

Intrigue

You stand next to the ocean,
With deep unblinking eyes,
And I stand there and wonder,
Do you see the ocean, or does the ocean
see you?