I walked up a mountain and didn’t feel like
coming down so I stayed there and
waited for the sea to come to me.
I am still waiting but I can hear rushing, the sound of
tiny bells and the moon humming a song I know
but can’t place.
My eyes are closed but I take a peek. The sea
hasn’t come, nor angels, it’s you. You smiling. You looking shy,
like you don’t know if you should be here. Like it might upset me.
It doesn’t upset me. It gives me everything I’ve ever needed.
You sit beside me, vanilla, salt spray in your hair.
You say ‘I tried to bring the sea here, but it was too big.’
I start to cry and you kiss my forehead. Your lips are cold
and I feel home.
When I wake up I’m alone. I’m not on a mountain
nor by the sea. It’s dark but I can feel your kiss
on my forehead.
The rest of it was a dream, but not your kiss.
If it wasn’t real then nothing is, ever was.