Soft sand and bleak land
Is where I want to be
But seagull cries as someone dies
Often confused me
I’d stand there with my little love
Holding out hope that from the above
They’d get their heart and soul
And I’d collect mine back
From the same shadow that leaves a muddy track
On the steps of my front door
Forefront in my mind
Sometimes I’ll slow dance
If the music’s right
Flute plays on grey days
Without bright light
And he stands miles away
Minutes from my eyes
And watches the couple
As one cries
The other stands closer
Bare feet with rare pace
Soul and heart marked with empty grace
And in his face, I see a sorrow
One I’ll think about tomorrow
Because for now, I’m dancing
Two by two
Both of us without shoe
And the ocean’s blue
As I whisper a song into your ear
“I wish you were here”
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The title, a reference to both a Death Cab for Cutie song and an obscure novel. The song in the poem, a reference to a Pink Floyd ditty. There’s a special place in my mind that holds this little fantasy, and sometimes it makes me smile to think that it may come to fruition, absent of the onlookers, of course. Who doesn’t love a good alternative rock reference?
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