Lamorna beachIn my dream, the wind was in your hair.
We never had harsh words.
There was nothing to forgive.
In my dream, we have the sand between our toes.
And you know that the sea would drown you if you let it.
But I am not pushing you in, dragging you down, holding you back.
Or doing anything.
But I have a good heart.
Confused in the melee.
Sometimes. Easily broken.
I am always talking, talking.
Saying nothing, meaning nothing.
I just want the hours to pass.
Until you kiss me.
Once again. Just dreaming.
Nothing to fear. We are ever further apart.
never coming near.