step outside, take a breath
of the fresh sea-salt air and
tell me, honestly, do you
believe that true love exists?
just look at this world around you.
your rosy-tinted glass eyes
light up the dark like christmas lights
draped unceremoniously over city trees.
you could wake up every morning
in the mouth of the ocean and you
would still return to me,
dried sand on your skin
and salt on your lips.
i could dedicate my life's ambitions
into studying you, this miracle of nature.
tell me, how can you see this world
as wonderfully and pure as you do?
teach me this magic.
tell me how to let the sea swallow me whole
and the trees to grow their roots around me
and maybe then I can believe
in the same love that you do.
— The End —