(never forget) 7.

Watching the ocean set in your eyes

                                My heart

Melting into oblivion (smell of salt in the air)

     Shells hold us while we fall asleep

Into the afternoon sky-

I can’t help but find your hand

      as my body begins to fall

with the wind...

Below the ocean floor-

                                With you the smell

Of the sea

   Takes me to

  a place i can call home.

   A place we will share for eternity-

  While my life evaporates in front

Of me-   time offers a different

Version of me: the old me

   Opportunities set me

F R E E, even when the timing 

seems silly-

             The moon is telling me,

     “go with what happens as you are

  Present in the moment”

The afternoon rushes in, 

S l o w l y.