25 April 2012

If I could bottle up the sea breeze I would take it over to your house and pour it loose through your garden.

So the hinges on your windows would rust and colour, like the boats pulled up on the sand for the summer.

And your sweet clean clothes would go stiff on the line and there’d be sand in your pockets and nothing on your mind.

But time is like the ocean, you can only hold a little in your hands.

So swim before we’re broken, before our bones become black coral on the sand.

ReineThe Summer • Opuss № I