On a throne of spraypaint driftwood
I watch the sailboats glide,
A painted aluminum ocean
With Sunsnow reflections dashing
across the waves.
Lovers in their old age cause friction
in the pebbles
as they walk,
unlike many things, I refuse to believe
romance is dying.
People like them help solidify my hopes.
Gulls approach the tide wavering in the wind.
Another September has come.
What should come with it?
Old friends have found their place
in Vancouver.
Some shall return here,
In attempt to escape desperate situations.
(The recurring waves are calming)
Smoke and vapor
cloak the mountains softly still.
I'm unsure of where things are going,
what a change of pace!
Nine months
since that night in a hillside cabin
where dreams foretold
wound up in chaos.
(More to change is on it's way)
But for now, I'm content with seeing the cities
continue g r o w i n g.
.........The seasons sway with the breeze.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 9, 2015 at 2:11 AM UTC
On a throne of spraypaint driftwood
I watch the sailboats glide,
A painted aluminum ocean
With Sunsnow reflections dashing
across the waves.
Lovers in their old age cause friction
in the pebbles
as they walk,
unlike many things, I refuse to believe
romance is dying.
People like them help solidify my hopes.
Gulls approach the tide wavering in the wind.
Another September has come.
What should come with it?
Old friends have found their place
in Vancouver.
Some shall return here,
In attempt to escape desperate situations.
(The recurring waves are calming)
Smoke and vapor
cloak the mountains softly still.
I'm unsure of where things are going,
what a change of pace!
Nine months
since that night in a hillside cabin
where dreams foretold
wound up in chaos.
(More to change is on it's way)
But for now, I'm content with seeing the cities
continue g r o w i n g.
.........The seasons sway with the breeze.
