the veins on the leaves
stretching from the midribs,
the tree rings dating back
to the days of our good times,
you remember each one of them
engraved deep within you,
the weather, the words I said.


you swim in the river,
ripples follow you everywhere,
the waves crashing on to the shore
of the sea you love the most,
your fingers grazing the lines
running across the seashells,
you want to take back home.


the crescent moon shines
along with the countless...