[14] - monday's child.

「 noah. 」

beautiful stranger, ʟᴀᴜꜰᴇʏ, 02.04

off the western coast, in some leafy glade,

lies a young reader beneath the shade.

waves crash at his feet, the sun beats down,

he thinks in the volume of silence's sound.

eyes of the riptide, crowned by summer,

salt air stains the white of his corduroy jumper.

stars flee the night and kiss the cheeks

of this boy who lived in a kingdom by the sea.

"won't it be great," he ponders, gaze on the treeline,

(sunlight bleeding through the sage so perfectly fine; )

"if i could stay here forever, 'til the end of time?"

he breathes in the gale, for how marvelous it was,

to lie by the brine and watch the day pass.

he smiles at me and waits for the next chapter to occur,

so i sigh and continue to love my prince on paper.