5/2/22
By the rocks, I would watch you
With ocean eyes, I'd peak at your stature
Seated with your easel, as you paint my blue home
Below distant skies we always gaze at together.
Here in the deep, the waters resonate your voice
Your subjects of galaxies and paints
Enchantingly woven in a song built for music boxes
Me in the middle, gold-plated and twirling.
When you smile at the sea, do you see me?
Or yourself in another far-fetched memory?
Do you bring your colors wherever you go,
or do you sit by the shore just to find me?
If I could send you pearls in a bottle,
I'd love if you'd paint it
with the same hues you used to paint my ocean,
that altered the waves and the ceruleans
I was not taught to swim through sorrows
brought by unwebbed hands I'd never touch
How can I ever swim back home,
when home seeped its way to your soul?
Between rocks, I would still steal glances
With ocean eyes, I'd look at your stature
Seated with your easel, as you paint my blue home,
Below unreachable skies we always gaze at together...
apart.
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kinesus: a poetry collection
PoetryWords, how I love them, especially when my heart weaves them into verses that mirror facets of life, most I have worn and seen, some I merely envision. Regardless, the words brought me here, the same way it brought you to me. This is kinesus, a coll...
