#sunsearedwriting

While I secretly hope it never dries us out.

The rocks and the crash of the waves bring me to my youth,

And your company keeps me anchored.

Oh, Ocean breeze

Please never seize.

The collar compressing my vocal cords when I try to leave the yard.

I am chained to a fence of isolation,

And my happiness rises and fades with the tide.

The yellow shine of joy poisons my insides,

For they are not familiar with the Stars.

Broken glass doesn't taste as good as I'd hoped,

But the orange grooved cup made the nerves in my hands hum, and I craved the song.

My mother always told me to never fall asleep by the pool,

But I've found myself waking to the iridescent glares of the midday.

My body is supine.

Too much sunshine, Clementine.

The meadow from which you were created,

And I will follow the falling light to the creek in

Which we played.

I hold you in my heart,

And I hold you in my mind–

And I hold you in every breath that I may

Struggle to find.

In another life, we are sitting on

Edoda's porch with a bundle of red dead nettles

And a lack of worry.

I didn't have you here for long enough,

Although a thousand years still would have been

Too soon.

I have only breathed for you, and now

I will survive for you.

And when I'm off in your arms

I pray to right something wrong

- sunseared

Seeing the reflection of home on the surface of a calm water. Everytime my hands swim towards it, I am only disrupting the connection and home scatters away from my touch again and again.