summer’s past

severed dreams
deferred beliefs

i want to run into the ocean
paddle back to sea
watch the sun drop behind the blue
hug the point i lost what i know

dive down
through the green room
beyond the black
breast stroke with the fish that glow

land looks good from here
watery and magical
a different world a different time
come up for air

the moss grows on the east here
it comes from the north
it swells from my feet
and reaches the mouth

back then i could see
almost three days ahead
and smile and laugh with the rain
on my head

run back to the sea
back to the start
back to the dreams that reflected in mirrors
always so much closer than they appear

yellow lines and blue cars
green mountains and canopied trees
back to the water
come back to me

so close to living
dying to try
if only i could go back
watch the moon rise above summer eyes

was there ever a time i didnt run
i didnt feel like i wanted to hide
was there ever a time
like now?

rocky beaches and hideaway forts
patches of grass around dark wooded fences
nothing prepares for the thoughts that come
when you stop living in dreams and what’s already been done.

~ by kevinthomas on March 27, 2008.