sometimes, when i lay awake in bed, i’ll write, until the words, like a lullaby, push and pull against the melody of my memory to rock me so gently to sleep.
staining my closed eyes with thoughts of dreaming, it keeps its distance. for a little while. but it doesn’t take long – once the words stop crawling and the day stops spinning and my body releases my heart from its anxious pounding, from its relentless grip – rest becomes me.
time to dream. time to sleep. time to lose hours so freely. time like no other, no track or measure. just time, peace, perfect pace.
keep the nightmares away. catch my sweet thoughts, let them last into day.
pleasant dreams and sweet ones.
take my heart and cross it with your own.
let me down.
take my memories and dot them with your scent.
find your way to me.
take your fingers and run them through my hair, mean it how i feel it. hold my cheek so gently in your hand, and stare into my eyes. with longing, terrifying, silent explosions of tenderness, hopefulness, joyousness. with love.
you’ll find my life in yours and yours in mine. my blood in your veins. your skin on my skin. my tears will fall from your eyes. your sweat will bead from my pores.
to the squeeze and the rhythm of the other.
in yin and in yang, you will be me, and i will be you.
wrap me in your words, follow me as i fall.
it’s okay, cloud nine will catch us.
so let it tell a thousand words, of where i’d rather be. that home away from home, of
by the sea.
you’ll find me there alone. it’s not always this still, you know. it’s an eerie sort of bliss i feel at my home away from home.
[the ocean air rushes past my face, through my soul.
into me. it swallows me whole.
and my heart beats to the steady rhythm of the lapping waves, down by the sea.]
let’s sail away and wander this place for the rest of our beautiful lives.
encounter bay, south australia.