Float calmly with me, along the western haze… and trace the promises we left each other between the waves. I’ve seen the gold skies stripped of their glow in the days since we left home. Only the stretches of silver remain, but they have become more faint in my memory.
Before I set sail, life made four left turns around my truth… and left me searching blindly for your elusive shore. I hope to sleep tonight, and dream of that invisible stretch of land. That’s where I can finally dock, and find the footprints you left in the sand. I will follow them inland, away from the haze… and towards the sun.
I can already imagine you there, waiting to share your life as you always had. Ready to connect like old surfaces falling back into place… where the sea meets the shore.
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