I’ll catch the summer breath in your hair
The receding waves cast their nets and retire
Vacant white tumbles free
And I’ve set my sights to a horizon I’ll never meet
You cradle fears and hopes
Inside wild ambition, escaping youth
I’d want to escape for reasons other than
The unstable hues of you
I’ve often watched the lines reach your eyes
And spun a tale of bliss from blindness
Never knowing whether the shores of your beginning
Will meet the ends of mine, at all
In starlit night I’ve touched affection
The purposeless cry mixed with human interpretation
Shifting from beauty to a sheltering ache
Makes me wonder if I’m fleeting like the days left in our wake
11:23am, January 7th 2013
I've never met someone so carefree. I fear there is no holding her, and when she decides to leave, she will leave--like fleeting Summer; an inevitability. I will cherish our time, with aching regret. But that's her nature, I think, and I can't bear to think what I'd be doing to her if I tried to stop that. If I tried to change her.
Despite this, I've selfishly attached so many of my hopes onto her. I wish I could follow that smile halfway across the world and back, but I'm tied down by responsibility. Responsibility I'd throw away if possible. I'd do anything to wake to such a smile, every day. I wonder if she ever feels the same.
I think I felt such affection returned once . . . on a cloudless Summer's night, lit by star- and street-light. Bright silver of the moon melted into the street's orange glow, lighting pavement, sand and distant waves. A backdrop that stilled as her amused eyes grew soft, and lips replaced words.
