Serenity in Wild

the ocean’s surf exhales all through the night

while she attempts matching the rhythm of its audible breath.

aquamarine eyes belong to she,

who spends her days surrounded by the hush of the trees that sway like those who dare dance under a roof during twilight

how can one be so tame when the wild calls?

with every step she takes

pale white skin becomes speckled

with spit up soil

that she’s disrupted under her feet

her orangey hair

is caught in a soft & salty breeze

that makes it look like a burning fire

she lights the world on fire

but refuses to see

all the possibilities that lie ahead for she.