Ocean

by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON

Like the sand that falls through my fingers,
I assume that I cannot keep anything
as precious as you.

You leave and I die…
you abandon, you return,
I am the luckiest person on earth.
Still, if I’m abandoned and
you do not come back,
I cry thus many tears, which become it an ocean.

I have so many dreams of you,
so excellently and accurately.
I am dedicated to each word,
it everyone to feel to their each movement.
I find it irresistible.
I find the way which you speak
the tone of an angel.

I find the way which you dream
in such a way, the indications
about the love, and the most
important presence of an unknown nature…
a phenomenon, the pain,
the understanding,
the heart and the enthusiasm –
a wonderful lining during one’s life.