neptunian

dreams of saltwater and sand 
running down the coastline with my brother's laughter in my ears 
taste the brine, bitter on my lips, 
dive through the foam into a gilded green. 

look to the horizon, the sailor's morning sun 
the stars are kissing you good-night 
remember to breathe here, 
where the wind is sweet, where the sun burns your skin, 
bury your feet in the silt and settle yourself. 

the tides rise and fall, the turning of pages 
the movement of a new story. 
isn't this worth living for? 
the cry of the gulls, the cowries and shells, 
an endless gradient sky rising just above your fingertips. 

you were meant for this, you know. 
you were meant to be alive.