The Romantic Ocean

My fibonnaci sequence
My golden ratio
(You are)
My fibonnaci sequence
My golden ratio
My «nightswimming» piano piece
My white tulip covered in winter snow
You make me feel so tall
You make me feel so adult
Like I could conquer everything
Or maybe just anything at all
I remember sunsets in cities
That I’ve never lived in
But god damn, those days
We were living it
You are more to this than skin and familiarity
You are the ease of relief
You are the sought out ring of clarity
I saw:
The crevasses of the moon’s craters
(I've loved in the distance of layers)
The earth I used to consider steep
Now I push my boulder up to earn my keep
I need the waves of the romantic ocean
The fucking crest of the romantic ocean
Your whisper welcome my ship along
To feel like I could be depended on
Like I could be depended on