For some forgotten seafarer
On a flaccid wreck somewhere
I, too, am lost and shattered
We’re both stranded, the hard concrete
Made for our searching: in spite of all
Silver crown, dubbed beauty
We searched, through the frenetic infrastructure
Long-distance romance, fingertip pounce
The cobwebs that lay huddled
Was it you, to become me?
Flew west to build a nest
In the forests they’ll find me
Wave goodbye to all you know
A new face, on this painted white landscape
Tiny miracles elusively overfull
Ecstatic flight and fresh linens
Beckon, home awaits
Daisy inquiries
Of eternal youth and temperate vigour

And sometimes,

she wishes that she'd finally be enough for someone.

Whispering to the candles,
Sat upon my birthday dishes.
A thousand shiny pennies,
An army of well wishes.
Clock reads two elevens,
So I prayed again,
to the heavens.

I closed my eyes,
I took a breath,
Laid my eager head,
Down on your chest
Is it fate?
or the falling stars?
Thought to myself,
As I traced your scars.
I wished for you,
Before I knew your name.
I had called it happiness,
but you are one in the same.