Perpetually looming over the sea,

the broken exterior of this house shines brightly

over its beauty. Lost beneath the splintered cedar shingles.

At night, when the ghostly echoing of the 

wind sails through cracked windows,

and ropes untangle across its glazed sand, 

branches of balsam fir sway in union.

Dandelions still peek from the soil beneath, 

signifying to the world there is still beauty hidden.

Souls tied together in silk 

bedsheets that felt like a cold breeze.

In dreams, swimming together through the stars above us,

laughing until our stomachs ached with 

pain atop the rosewood sand.

Was our love skipped across the sea like a rock?

Etched to total perfection by the shore, 

as if it was meant to be thrown.

Or was it blown through the summer breeze?

Like the dandelions, we would blow

in the backyard, sitting together underneath the shade.

Hands wrapped tightly, looming over the sea together.