A glorious midday is upon us
The sun dripping in our palms
Like water scooped from a crystal clear lake
Watch me fling it out, watch the ripples on the surface
Ripples like rocks that you skip into the ocean
Flying from your hands, gracefully leaving a pattern until it sinks
Washed away by the constant motion
Back away from the waves that you created
Right into my waiting arms
And as the sun melts into the horizon
A memory washes over me, quick as a wave
Of our hands, desperately scrambling to catch mere drippings of sunlight
While the stars' light washes over us.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
A glorious midday is upon us
The sun dripping in our palms
Like water scooped from a crystal clear lake
Watch me fling it out, watch the ripples on the surface
Ripples like rocks that you skip into the ocean
Flying from your hands, gracefully leaving a pattern until it sinks
Washed away by the constant motion
Back away from the waves that you created
Right into my waiting arms
And as the sun melts into the horizon
A memory washes over me, quick as a wave
Of our hands, desperately scrambling to catch mere drippings of sunlight
While the stars' light washes over us.
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