like the deep end
cut from the trees
amber and honeybees.
your branches sway, moved by the Wind
driftwood and glass bottle remnants
traces of sand always linger.
Braided beauty, i see the stories in your eyes
what jungles have you wandered? what gardens do you hide?
you're a kite!
woven from leaves
head over heels in flight
you're a map!
torn from a storybook
every cavern and hide
every treasure and tide
colored with ink
your lions have no cages
your journal filled with pages
your play is bright but.the.stage.is.
like a blank page, sail in the wind, write your lines
a beautiful shanty, deep sea script.
salt stings, but you know how to heal
and befriend the shattered sharks like me
let's run away to sea
and never grow old.