Behind My Eyes

Offshore

One of the funny things about being where I am is that my heart grows offshore,
in some other place.
My dislike for the sun is deep in it's roots,
but in another life I'd lay out in it all day long...
If I wanted to that is.
I would soak up the warmth in the air as the pollen drifted above me.
Fiddling with a flower, I would let the rays kiss my skin
And I would be perfectly content with just existing there in the arms of the sun.
On cooler days, I would find water.
I'd lay on my back-
Floating, looking up at the sky, surrounded by beach and mountain.
The dirt in the water,
The fish,
Nothing would matter.
I would just look up at all the reflection of God's home, and watch him.
Waving my arms back and forth-
Creating ripples that spelled out the thoughts that consumed me.
When it rained, I'd be living the romance that never belonged to me.
Laughing,
hand in hand with the lover who forgot him umbrella.
We wouldn't run to find shelter,
No,
In my world he'd wish me away deeper and deeper into the color of it
And there he would hold me close and tight,
as we swayed on our feet.
Then closer and tighter when we both got sick.
When the leaves fell, Golden,
I would be off somewhere surrounded by friends of a quitter sort, calm and bubbly.
I'd treat my hot chocolate like it was tea,
and be the princess of no one in particular,
just the deep, happy sighs that filled my breasts...
And on the evenings of snow,
I'd curl like a kitten into a ball.
With every icy breath of frost my eyelids would get heavier,
Like shaggy curtains that swept the floor,
As each little drop of white floated down.
Everything would be soft, like a bed filled of fuzz- Like a peach,
With silk and feathers, and teddy bears.
Here I'd sleep without a care...
Someplace offshore where my heart grows.