I would paint you a picture of one million hearts. They would join together in a sea of red. After a while the lines would begin to blur and we would start to make new shapes from the shapes of hearts. It would become a sea. Filled with squid and urchin and heart shaped fish. We would swim all day and wake up washed upon the shores of the bay.
Walking in sand our foot print trails become one set of feet. When one begins to end they merge and meet. The sizes somewhere in between.
Through so many things you have carried me. Woken up on the shore. Looking around seeing nothing but clouds and fog. There. Over there, you always were. For this I am weak. The branches of my tree and squeaking. Creaking and cracking. Swaying in the wind falling lightly to the sand.
Sitting up legs crossed, to brace the ache of being separated. Hours are all that have passed and yet I am in a frenzy. I long for your warmth. I want to be wrapped in the hearts of your arms. 10,000 feet beneath you sea.
I will paint and paint. Attempting only to somehow convey the love I feel daily. As the colors blur and the lines connect to different points I am submerged. As your water fills my lungs I am saved. Forever waiting for your embrace. Rushing towards me in waves of one million hearts.
Always yours. Only yours. Forever yours.
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