At Sunset

I want to believe that in the horizon,
the sea and sky could hold a kiss,
long enough for the colors to spread,
warm enough to keep everything red.

And so the sea asked, "If I would hold your hand,
will you hold my heart?"
The sky answered, "Take my hand, fly with me,
then we'll fall together down the heart of the sea."

Lost

I was lost
at that moment
you were looking at me
with eyes that feel
with silent intensity
listening intently
and I had to catch myself
from falling and failing
to keep my heart still
when everything else vanished
clouding my thoughts
of my throbbing within
and what stays is my reach
towards you, in between.