when it comes true
when my dream is found,
my goals reached,
will I be fulfilled?
will the future be everything I’d hoped,
or a letdown
a saddening realization of truth
telling me exactly what I don’t want to hear.
it can’t be predicted, and that makes me fear that my work isn’t good enough to describe how I feel.
but if the future was certain, I do not know
how far my dreams would let me go.
what do you do when you cross the sea without me?
on this warm night, I stand outside in the blue dark.
I wear a bathrobe over my pajamas
and old crocs that are faded purple
it's almost night on the Tyrrhenian Sea
homes glow like stars on the cliffside
and waves of green lap against the side of the boat
there is a storm approaching,
there is something about those eyes that kept me chained to this love
for they seemed to be the first that I couldn't see right through
as if rather than a window to your soul
they were a wall.
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