search the fields all summer
red barn looks on
sandy days, low tide children,
On the balcony, overlooking the sea, inside of time,
they drank their tea. Blessed by orange and gold,
the sun set slowly, holding every moment,
hand in hand, a dream set on repeat.
Yesterday came and went, and the ticket remained
on the shelf. She folded up the sunset with the tea,
inside the hands, palm lines underneath time.
Today is forever remembering tomorrow.