For every time I think that I can stem the flow of my feelings for you, the tides rise and overtake the thought, drowning it in their rapids. I'm helpless in sight of you, praying that you might turn and catch my eye. But you don't.
In many ways you're on the other side of the universe, a speck in an ocean of dust, sending me winds which turn my world into a nightmare ride of updrafts and long lulls. Just when I try to find my wings, you send me another gust. I'd be glad to endure if meant I'd make it to you and you'd let me hold your hand.