Adrift Key

Roses in our old beds
Laying unmade
Are only wilting
While they rest

And the ones we tend to
Grow mature

Sand is only blacker
The closer to the coast
Tightly packed beach
In between your toes

Lit by a sunset
Closing down the world
It’s time to go home
It’s time to go home

To a tent
To a car
To a house
To a home

To sweet music, jokes,
And a family your own

Sand between your toes
On a border of two states
Cape Disappointment
A bridge between two worlds

We all walked to that wedding
But came back so different

Even my eyes, I know
Were drunk by color
As the sun set again
That night

Even my back
Felt less tight
Sleeping on the ground
With the person I love

Wide shots
Tighter view
Optical zoom
Shutters and apertures

All about the capture
All about the love
Old beds made in harsher weather
New beds blooming above

For what better way to express it
Than to call something your home?

Lay beside your thorns
Your flaws and dreams
Your hopeful things
And let rest your woes

You have found us
And you have found me

Let’s pitch our tent
And fall asleep

Beneath the stars
Within earshot
Of Pacific waves
Crashing that way

We’ll wake up tomorrow
And it’ll all be

Different again

Everything is changing

Nothing untouched
By the march of time
And time marches on

We’re just one family
Among a world of families
And homes
And love

But you’re mine
And that’s all
In this world
That matters to me

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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