Come with me to the ocean, so we can sail the stars. And count the galaxies underneath the waves.
Kiss me, and feel the waves of intensity crash upon your skin. While the sky rains and the stars skip along the water.
Before the heartbeats slow, and the snow starts to glow. The sky will glimmer before the Moon begins to glimmer and shine like the Sun.
I do not wish to go, after the light grows cold. I will stay the night, out at sea, and watch from the trees how you are staring at me.
But leave at dawn, the morning breeze will yawn, kicking the sand into the sky. Bringing you to cry. Before it settles, you'll wake up to the screaming of our morning kettles.
YOU ARE READING
Dearly We'll Travel.
Short StoryTaking place in a dream, the words tell the story of two lovers who show each other new worlds, and make each other feel alive again. Yet the boy must leave before the girl does and watch from the sea how she is in her new home and watches how he wi...
