Serenity in Wild
the ocean’s surf exhales all through the night
while she attempts matching the rhythm of its audible breath.
aquamarine eyes belong to she,
who spends her days surrounded by the hush of the trees that sway like those who dare dance under a roof during twilight
how can one be so tame when the wild calls?
with every step she takes
pale white skin becomes speckled
with spit up soil
that she’s disrupted under her feet
her orangey hair
is caught in a soft & salty breeze
that makes it look like a burning fire
she lights the world on fire
but refuses to see
all the possibilities that lie ahead for she.