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Someday I'll wake up on a Saturday

And put my bare feet on the hardwood floor

Lazily find my way to the living room window

Let the wind caress me before i get to my chores

There'll be ample sunlight for all my plants

And tall wooden shelves for all my books

And before i hop into the shower I'll light some candles

And once i am done there'll be my favourite breakfast to cook

I'll sip coffee with the love that i have for no other

The house would show every piece of my heart

The paintings, the furniture, the wallpaper

they will all hold a story

Even though the little cat has torn its corners apart

Maybe I'll share that home with someone

And everytime we see each other we kiss

Or maybe they're still asleep because school is exhausting

Or maybe having someone is not something i miss

Because there will always be strawberries in the refrigerator

And enough memories to be reminisced

And when the day is done

with me having not done much at all

I will still smile and be glad to exist

Someday it'll be just like this

09:04 p.m.

22.05.2020

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My dearest Poeta,

You say that after you leave, then will I understand why storms are named after people.

But why would you leave me?

All that you bring, I welcome and make a home for, in my smile, in my eyes, in my heart, in every thought I have, and in every breath I take.

There is only you.

And if I cannot live in the heart of this storm, then I will live high on the cliffs of forgotten memory - with it when it disperses.

Never forget that I love you, I long for you; Even when you are with me.

Together we are a perfect storm.

💞

Who would like to find out??? 😂

They will come back... they always do

Nothing is more painful than being the reason behind the tears in your mother's eyes

True North.

You are my 'True North', like a compass; No matter where I am, my needle points your way.

When I think about you, my mind is at peace.

And if I were to travel again, I would wonder what you were doing, where you were and what you were thinking;

You are 'The Lady' over the horizon, the ‘she’ I have always searched for, the 'Her' for who, once I had seen you, I would spent my remaining days in quest.

You will always be my 'Point North', somewhere over the edge of the world - just out of vision.

And while I lay on far beaches, wondering where my life was going, you were out there - living your life!

While on my travels, I was drawn closer and closer to her .. until the drawing stopped.

You are the promise on the horizon that turns into blue sky when the sun rises, and when the waves are too loud to ignore any longer in sleep.

So I awake to clear my eyes in the salty air and see outlines of the hills around me.

They form the shape of your hips and thighs against the early morning sky, and the coastline travels with me, cliff after cliff, turn after turn, while I make my way slowly South .. looking for you.

Deeper into the Mediterranean hue I wander, to be lost completely among the Latin smiles, blue waves and golden beaches;

But now not lost at all, knowing as I venture South, that somewhere out there lies my 'True North'.

No matter how far I roam or where I will be, I walk with you, I dream of you, I sing to you, I remember you in my heart, knowing you'll always be with me.

I love you .. and I miss you so much.

Ray Coral ©2020

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Maybe I am. Maybe I am not