You close your eye and the sun embraces you.
A saltwater breeze caresses you.
The trees sway where the sand ends, as if in reach of the gentle waves.
You open your eyes.
You reach for the hand so close to yours, all fingers fitting like the most intricate puzzle.
The sand beneath your feet shifts, but never so much that you lose your footing.
The water seems cold, but you know better.
Every step you take, you leave an impermanent mark on the world.
A trail susceptible to time in every way.
A smile crosses your face, and you realize;
This is your life.
You can do whatever you want,
Whenever you want to.
Some poems don’t rhyme,
Some wishes never come true.
In the end, only one thing matters:
You.
Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 8:33 PM UTC
You close your eye and the sun embraces you.
A saltwater breeze caresses you.
The trees sway where the sand ends, as if in reach of the gentle waves.
You open your eyes.
You reach for the hand so close to yours, all fingers fitting like the most intricate puzzle.
The sand beneath your feet shifts, but never so much that you lose your footing.
The water seems cold, but you know better.
Every step you take, you leave an impermanent mark on the world.
A trail susceptible to time in every way.
A smile crosses your face, and you realize;
This is your life.
You can do whatever you want,
Whenever you want to.
Some poems don’t rhyme,
Some wishes never come true.
In the end, only one thing matters:
You.
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