the sun’s golden droplets
the cloud’s pink brush strokes
it all feels like home
all my dreams, it evokes
it takes me back
to my warm sand
where I used to contemplate
the waves, the sun, the unplanned
my favorite mirror
with pink and gold
always dragging, always slow
i never get tired, it never gets old
in it I can sea
the life that awaits
the numerous falls and hits
of my many, many fates
Back to myself 