He stands tall, as if the stars
Wove him with their own sorcery.
Tall as a cathedral, steeped
With silent reverence; tall as if he bore
The weight of whispered legends,
And all my dreams could rest assuredly
On his big, broad shoulders and arms
Laced with effortless ease, like a favorite book
Where the words stay tattooed in your brain.
He looks like sunlight spilling.
As if he stole the glow from tomorrow's brightness,
How do I tell them he walks in majesty ,
Like a white sheet bathed by the afternoon light.
My mother says the sea is full of fish.
I shake hands with them, walk away
But my page stay dry, a stranded shore.
His eyes find me, just once and I go home
To write the ocean.
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