Pollen like powdered sunshine

coats her old whiskered cheeks,

Nature’s rouge applied generously

by the wind's careful brush.

Under the boughs of a pine,

inch worms dance like court jesters

on tightropes of silk for her amusement,

as a disgruntled bee

who’s clover patch she’s made her throne

is dismissed with the flick of a gilded ear.

It’s as if my feet have bled through
Yet, the motion never stops
The sound of the waves ease the stillness
Always searching for where my ever drifting heart may be
Coming across entire oceans
To lands undiscovered
Foreign and feral
To find that my love resides in a girl
Her love is infinite and mighty
The best part of the ocean currents
Warm and wispy
Making sure I’m guided home
To where I need to be

It's 1am and here I am laying in your bed,
                                                   wishing you were here,
                                                           ­                             instead;
  You're 2,593 miles from me....