he is the morning sun
that peeks its head through the curtain
and under the pale skin of my eyelids
reminding me to wake,
that there is a new day and
that I cannot drift forever on the sea.
he is the sand beneath my toes
as I step upon the shore and
laugh as the wind ruffles
my hair into a crown,
the salty air crisp and bright
in my nose and on my cheeks.
he is the voice that whispers
gently in my ear
and send shivers down my spine
and he is the warm heart
that beats beside mine,
two networks of veins intertwined
our souls woven into a single braid
(via kalidescope-buddah)