The flower that entertwines our blossoming lives together, the radiant white-hot sun, the charmeuse moon, the purple velvet, star-studded sky, golden summer rain, the nature of our being becomes so enwarped into our pulsating hearts that tingles the sensation into vitality and life. That is what happens when I feel your gaze on me: lightheaded, giddy, like a graceful dancer slanting in the peach shadows, highlighting the green of all summers, as you lay upon the grass and let everything in nature take you away. The warm towel under you, the sun and wind caressing your limbs, the waft of sunscreen through the new breeze, the sounds of a distant song on the breeze. As I think of you, while I lying there in hopeless love, wondering if your immaturity will ever vanish completely and you'll break through that hard shell of unkindness, apathy, into the one thing I dreamed of. But as the time wans on, nothing changed although the sun became lower and the moon and my smile vanished, our friendship blew away as if on a lingering breeze, but only momentarily, then it flies back. Is that called leading me on? Who knows? The feel of hard, soft seashells creates another aura that reminds me of you, once again. To pick up only one and find the beauty in it until you have found the perfect one. Feeling the salty water slide up on the shore to your tan tingling feet, toes digging into the sand, bent over to pick up a shell, to catch a glimpse of water, to run totally aimless against the shoreline with a flowing dress. Innocence: my own world where I (we) belong together with nature and all of its loveliness. Your loveliness becomes natures, merges into a myriad of sparkling gleams of green, blue, white foam. Piercing my sound waves of crashing tides. Slowly moving in and out, and then pulling together as the spray of sea fills the air, encompasses us. Our extent of love is filled to excess. But for now, I can dream lovely, lonely thoughts and hope one day that the one I have always loved, will love me back, easier to say than possible.
Reason for writing:
This is poem written by my best friend Heather, who,
unfortunately does not have access to the internet.
She has always liked by brother, and for once, last year
at the beach, he actually showed that he liked her too, but
when the summer was over, he deserted her (totally acted
like he didn't care for her at all) and that's what this
poem is about (her experience).
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