Galveston
the salty beach burns my eyes
but I still await for the waves to take me in
their cries
the houses along the cove
along the shore sit in peace
in content
the air is silently cleansed and I can breathe
the carnival is pure as the glistening waters that only seem existent in that variation
a fairy takes me in the sea
and I can be
it's like a burst of sun rays blinding me
but with emotion
the blue beach-house is where I resign
next to the yellow
and I can go out at night time to see the fireworks
cackling
playing ball in the basement
and lemonade in a mug
donuts for breakfast
an old boxed television
that no longer functions
the wood is old
and the bathroom is pink!
beds as small as a flower petal
walks along the beachside
houses
it's a wonderful melody
this art for me
this art as I paint the beach and sea
palm trees
I sleep in melancholy
but what a small town
so small and deserted
the pastel skies cover the atmosphere
barefoot
spongecake
a torn trampoline
An abandoned aquarium
A long road
road trip awaits
hours of seeing water
and hours of bridges to cross
YOU ARE READING
yesterday.
Poetrya collection of yesterdays because today is never going to arrive again.
