I can't stand the light reflecting the water in your eyes 

And our breath catching the hair on your arm 

Or the wrinkles in between your eyebrows 

When you look at me for the first time that day 

Because when you pause and bite your lip 

In the middle of saying something important 

I pray you won't stop

For the sake of my racing pulse to understand 

I need you

Simplistic views and conversation was as fresh 

as the zephyr 

But as lost as the stream 

that we couldn't quite see

He needs composure 

and I'm a crashing storm

The question kept arising of

Who Are You 

My answers were lost in pages

of journal entries from 

the months of relaxation and meditation 

Rocks in my shoes will be a constant 

reminder of the night we walked

to the edge of our minds 

but then traced back our steps 

Into the valley