Opposite shores.

 The sun reached horizon,

waves lapping at your feet,

the warmth of sand cradling your dreams,

each tide is a promise.

Linger in the shadows of tall pines,

where the air is crisp and still,

the whisper of rainwater falls,

each flake a memory, delicate and fleeting.

Two worlds apart,

your laughter carried by the wind,

my silence wrapped in the frost,

in the distance,

the ocean stretches wide,

a bridge of longing,

where souls meet,

if only for a moment.