In a sparkling smile a fountain of youth hides
reminiscent of times where innocence lived on
dirt smudged skin and bared feet.
Stretching high on tip toes under island heat
I could see the ocean on both sides
while dreams took hold of puffy clouds
that tasted sweet like sugar cane.
How far carried by the strongest currents
this circle almost complete leaves me longing
for a dreamless night along the ocean,
the sound of those waves where belonging
my soul begs for peace from these scars
gathered along the way.
Stretching high on tip toes standing on the ashes
I could almost see across the stars.
September 24, 2019
“Life is a full circle, widening until it joins the circle motions of the infinite.”
― Anais Nin