Golden

The sun is golden where a river flows to it silently into the mist while the sands shift into a reckless and quiet little storm over the desert are full of its rivers and flowers…. There over Egypt lies the desert sand and its rivers that used to flow…. Its stormy sands drifting now over the sea’s mist…. The river goes on and on and never stops. Beyond the sand and over the river, you will remember me when the green grass sways over Rome where the trees once bore fruit….He reminded me of clouds racing throughout the night and sometimes he reminded me of the sea. I lost my heart to you in the summer. I think of the sea. I write this as my summer song as a memoir to you and me. You were just a boy with tattoos and I was just a girl in a satin dress in summer clothing and just like the sea, my heart was splashed with heartache just as the waves crashed into the rocks nearby. I was just a girl in a satin dress with a tattooed heart. The imagery of the sea comes back to me. I long to visit it and wade through its waters in the hot rays of the sun. I need to cool down while the sun caresses my skin. His hair is dyed golden with his amber eyes like the sun and his eyes are the deep of the ocean.