We climb up into sea beds and gawk, wishing to fly to the heavens. Or at least out towards the horizon–we watch our hunter gallop and lose sight of a dream. The deep blues and grays. The pink bubblegum clouds closing in another day. We seek solace–we grasp and clutch each other. We look down and out, careful not to fall now.
We are sending birthday wishes out to sea. Gram, may you be loved and at peace today and always. And little did we know a life was ending. And all of a sudden the blues fade in a blur, and once again we are wishing for the rains to soothe. And all we want is a fresh breath in all this fire.