With Eyes Like The Tide

Here I sit on a rock in the town of Estes Park, Colorado listening to Phil Wickham. So good. But, also, new post:

I totally went adventuring last night with one of my best friends ever and it was awesome.
He suggested I create a post about our adventures last night, and so now here I am, and maybe he will read this. I'm not gonna tell him about it though, I'll just keep it a surprise.
So, we went to the golf course and went stargazing (the shooting stars and airplanes were magnificent last night) and talked about a whole bunch of stuff. Since he's graduating in a few weeks, it was sort of a bittersweet night with lots of talk about the future. Also, I have a knack for making everything slightly sad, so a conversation about our future was brought up, of course, by yours truly. We talked about love and God and blah blah blah and all that wonderful stuff I enjoy talking about. Hopefully, he enjoyed it, too.
So, I made a realization, too: I would probably be totally in love with him if he wasn't my best friend. He's literally one of the best people ever and is the sweetest and the nicest and we like all the same music and share all the exact same views on virtually everything and it's awesome because I can be my weird, socially awkward self and laugh at all the lame jokes I make and he'll laugh right along too and won't judge me for being such an insane psycho freak.
Alright so anyway I also posted this other thought on Facebook, but I will post it here again because why not-let's take chances:
So, ever since the glory days of seventh grade, I've had this reoccurring daydream of mine involving me chasing my "dream guy" through the woods. (I'm forever the hopeless romantic- sorry, I'm not sorry. Also, I really like the woods. Fun fact: I would like to have my wedding in the woods.) It was an awesome daydream, but then I realized: Why the heck am I chasing this guy through the woods? Society totally tells us that the guy should be chasing us. Right? We need to wait till he is desperately wanting us. So, my daydream evolved from me chasing the guy to the guy chasing me. Well, it has recently evolved into a different daydream. I've started thinking about things other than love and wondering, "Where the heck am I even running? I'm running through the woods aimlessly, without a path..."
So, now I've discovered where I am actually running. I'm running towards God. God is the ONLY thing that will ever give you that unconditional love that everyone craves. I feel sorry for the people who look for that love in other people. People constantly disappoint other people. People constantly disappoint me! So, I've decided to look for my love in God, because he will never disappoint, and he is the only one who will give me the love that I am looking for.
And guess what? When the time comes, I'll look around through the woods and see who's not running in front of me, not running behind me, but running beside me-running with me. And I'll marry that guy.
I mean he could be right in front of my face! I'm totally oblivious to everything, honestly. Or, he could be somewhere out there right now, creating adventures that he'll tell me about later. Because also, no one is right in front of my face right now except for a rock, so I can't technically marry someone who's right in front of my face, but you get the point. I'm gonna go back inside and continue listening to Mat Kearney, okay.

Also, enjoy this poem I wrote, like, last week for my creative writing class. I think the poem is okay, but that class seriously blows. It's not my favorite thing in the world. But here is the poem that I actually like okay:

With Eyes Like the Tide

Many instances I catch him standing there perpetual:
Hidden among the trees and the infinite grains of the sand and the waves roaring in.
His face sighs a million sighs,
His hands rest against the bark in the forest,
His very being is defeated in a hopeful sad.

He is there right now: perpetual,
As if the ceaseless boundaries of the past have no effect on him
And the ocean breeze could faze him in the very least.
If you approach him with a curious mood,
He will turn around with slight amusement on his face,
Shake your hand and say, "Hello, I'm Eli."
The melancholy smile on his face deceives his eyes
Which seem alight with a new sense of wonder.

Standing there with him,
I catch his eyes darting back and forth as if they're the only part of him speaking.
His mouth makes no motion, yet his thoughts are wild.
With eyes like the tide- a stormy grey-blue
And an expression that announces his limitless imagination,
He glances around at the waves that crash against the shore
And tells me, "The ocean reminds me of love."

He is a wonderful mystery.
The ability to understand him is a paradox,
Yet it's fairly easy to see him walking around at a carnival
Surrounded by unoriginal people.
What would he be doing there?
Just imagine him smiling wildly at the rain.
Just imagine him running through the woods.
Just imagine him painting the shoreline on canvas.

But today I catch him standing there perpetual:
He's standing illuminated in the distance between the infinite grains of the sand
And the waves roaring in.
His eyes cry a million tears,
His smile is infectious,
His very being presents himself as a new beginning.
"Today I've found my happiness," he says.