Saturn is calling
With a backpack promise
of eternal rings and remembered things.
Night is falling
And he is calling
A name that is not mine.
Two overshadowed would stay in the shadows-
That, I don’t mind.
But Saturn is calling
For a spring lover
A blue-eyed blaze.
I was doomed from the start.
She wasn’t the girl I hoped for.
Not the kind to fall
for rosy promises
of land and protection.
She was weary
and she was beautiful.
Her rejection made sweet
by her smile
easily turning water into wine.
A dangerous thing, intoxicating.
My only choice was
to put my foot
in front of the other
away from her.
Inspired from the film Far From the Madding Crowd (2015).
I remember the smell of salty seas,
A heady mixture of east and west
Travelling up and down my crinkled nose.
Back then, I was still the same as I am now.
I felt. I saw.
The heat didn’t come down as hard as it usually did
For I remember that gentle breeze
Brushing the sun off my skin.
I held tightly onto my father’s young hand as he walked,
As I dawdled,
Towards the crashing of white and blue.