The jewel-studded ceiling

Captures

Our eyes

Grains beneath

The back of our hands

Glowing waves tickle the

Bottoms of our feet and the zephyr’s

Coldness kisses our skin.

Salty tears sting

The corners of our eyes

And chase the sea.

Let not this day end

For I do not wish that

I become consumed by the tides

that wash onto the sandy shoreline and steal away,

Wave

By

Wave,

Our memories…

So let us lie

In the cover of

This star-sprinkled tent and hope that

Tomorrow will never arrive.