memories.

A by Puja

the blur of colors,
and outlines of shapes,
the endless possibilities,
as they dance in space.

arms outstretched, we fly like planes.
turn after turn till we pull up to runways,
start the engines, we're ready for flight,
slow and steady as we follow the lights,
faster and faster till we touch the sky.

the constant and steady return of,
waves of the deepest blue,
the sun beats from above,
like my heart for you.

i'll build a sand castle made for two,
decorate it with shells and a few,
other things that i have found,
"you miss alot when you're looking down"
and there we'll live happily,
until the sand meets the sea,
and when the day is through,
we can pack our bags and start brand new.