Blossom, Grow

Brother says,
"Waves are like hands
That pull you into the sea"

I haven't fully unpacked yet
I've got all my lives in brown boxes
But out here
Where the air is freezing, and
My breath blows as a cloud
There is something piercing
As the sun's glare

Maybe, perhaps
I will dive into the seven-armed sea and
Its open grave of seamen
For I am a sailor, sailing
This black and stormy tide
But there are galaxies in my eyes
That murmur like a breeze
Rattling the crusted boats
That sleep within the harbor

But also there are stars
In my eyes, in my soul
And they burn and radiate
Their sparks of light -
Melt the insides.

They remember, I remember
Our vision of summers past
In a gold and silver land
Of meadows vast and castles full
Born of adventurous desire, and I
I watched the mountains grow.