Changing Horses
I miss the way you used to lay across my chest.
Your hair a mess and splashing in my face.
Everything out of place but nothing mattered.
Blonde waves crashing over blue eyes.
Beneath blue skies.
I miss the days when it was ok.
When nothing could take you away.
In my youth I dreamed of you.
I saw you next to the green ocean.
With your toes in the sand and freckles,
well,
you know where.
Standing on a burnt-orange beach.
In my dream you would lay with me.
In the surf while the stars danced by.
And I watched you sleep.
Sometimes,
deep at night,
in the flickering of my t.v. light,
I'm still there.
Just out of reach.
With my head above water.
Fighting the undertow and grasping at stars.
E.G. Maynard.
46 & 2.
3.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
