In this ocean
    I hear the soothing roar
        of the God I never believed in.
As the rain pours
     from the veins of the sky
        Streaking her mascara (for once not with tears)
--

I smile, and recieve hers
    for amidst the greys and oranges of a cloudy sunset
                    the abalone's white stands clear
She leans down
    Whispering silk into my ear
        through her cracked lips
            Gazing hope into my eyes
                From green to blue...
                    From naive to wise.
As the water shimmers
    with the dying beams of a setting sun
            these two average souls
                become, at last, a magnificent one.