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
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
Consume Reality! 