A whisper of a breeze passing, brushing, mingling with dried leaves
The smell of the sun baking on river rocks,
The rippling heat of the desert.
We see mirages and share dreams
Of whispering leaves
And sleeping on waves.
The sea turtles I swim with wont look me in the eye
And I can hear the ripples of my movement,
Reverberating against the current
As I pass, unnoticed, beneath you
You are to me the moon, unreachable and untouchable.
When I wake from this dream of skimming worlds,
I am alone.
And the moon reminds me of the dreams we wove
The heat shared, the warmth hoarded.
Stretched out beneath the sun,
Caught between the heat of the rocks and the rays of the sun,
I wonder if you will return in the winter,
And if I would be willing to follow you into the cold.
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