Streaks

I couldn't decide between these two, so here they are. The pause between a breath let out and a breath taken in seems to last forever. At last a rush of air like the ocean at low tide lashes through my lungs and is let back out with a lethargic sigh. I can hear the oceans silence against my ear drums and can taste its saltiness brought to my slightly parted lips by tiny rivulets that slipped away from trembling lakes in the earthquake-ridden mountains that moments before calmly reflected the moon's light. The pause between a breath let out and a breath taken in seems to last forever. At last a rush of air like the ocean at low tide rambles through my lungs and is let back out with a gradual sigh. I can hear the gentle silence of the ocean against my ear drums and wonder, as I fall asleep, whether that pause lengthens with each moment, until time itself stands still, until my cave of wonders trembles with the rising tide of morning's light.