It didn’t show,
but the last time you were here
was like a thunderstorm–
and life was much kinder to you then.
But this time, it’s sunshine.
And rocket-ships of joy.
They flood the sky in streams of fireworks and stars,
making all shadows vain.
Because how much brighter can the sky get?
And here you are, thriving in it.
Remember the glowing moon that evening?
It brightened the night like it was noon.
You watched it rise in awe–
It was the same way I looked at you.
we could jump in the waves
or wade at the shore,
dive into the ocean
or stay land-bound and bored.
but i never want to have to wonder
what you’re thinking,
what you’re creating
inside that imagination of yours.
share with me. build with me.
because when the tides rush in,
when they arise and collapse
and swirl at our feet,
all to wash away, return, and repeat,
we’ll be fully ready. you see,
we know the secret of the waters,
of the unpredictable surges
and watered-down speech:
we let the words rise up themselves