I saw you as a cockle shell, brimmed with tiny stars. I wish I could scoop you up and throw you into the sky, so the warmth of your silhouette can overshadow the madness of this marble mazed dimension.
I’ll build you with my own dreams the highest sandcastle I can imagine, so I can place you there, where the sea is no danger – just a gentle head resting upon your shoulder.
He whispers, ‘It’s so calm.’
‘Of course,’ I reply. ‘You taught these vessels, just like the moon, to just simply float and the shores will guide you to your home.’
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