August 16, 2009
By amrwrites BRONZE, Racine, Wisconsin
amrwrites BRONZE, Racine, Wisconsin
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Favorite Quote:
Keep on soaring little sleeper.


The sand on your road is restless. It is windy out, and my watch says 4:30 A.M. The creaking bicycle I sit on stirs, shivers. There is candlelight flickering through the window, and when I close my eyes I still see light. The night sky is fading into the sun, a dripping watercolor painting on my fingertips.

I called you, I stood up off of my bicycle like an animal split in two, and I felt my knuckles softly hit your door. I hear you singing still as I ride miles away, wheels pressing onto the cool sand, too far away to be yours.

The author's comments:
I wrote this in July as a metaphor about moving on from a relationship or something that you once loved. In the beginning I talk about sand, and I also do at the end. When I said, "too far away to be yours", I meant that the sand wasn't their territory. This wasn't literally talking about the sand, it was another metaphor. Then when I thought about it, you can interpret it as "I" am too far away to be "yours", or the sand is. I think it's pretty interesting how that worked out.

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