seashells glisten under the sand and beckon her curious hands
to dig deep into the moist sand.
dusk’s slow arrival to the throne contours her soft skin:
she is the queen of the sky, the queen of life.
I can see it in her sparkling eyes
as the water pets our feet.

her laughter
is my first step into an ocean
that I’ve gazed at from afar,
never wishing to conquer it out of respect,
out of fear,
but with you, tiny fingers and beautiful smile,
the vast ocean seems welcoming
and the blue tides are tempting.

we must travel together to the other side
so we may see a different world:
one where the sun lays its head to sleep,
one where the trees whisper stories.
one were I can hold your hand
forever until the end,
and not be afraid of myself anymore.