a boy named love.

you're the cerulean sky
and you're the warm sun that dangles upon it
you hide in the moon's cheshire smile
and in every shooting star and comet.
the blush on your cheeks- I see
on these sunset draped skies every evening
you,
sometimes I look at you and wonder where you've been
all this time
before you tumbled into me
but sometimes I can't help feel
like this is only place you've ever known—
here,
everywhere,
with me.
in the vastness of these dancing seas.
in the cool embrace of an ocean breeze.
in every tender raindrop that's ever fallen from a thunderstorm.
in every flower I've plucked, and in every thorn.
sometimes,
sometimes I look at you and I could swear
that I've loved you and loved you
and loved
even before we'd ever met
I could swear
that I hear your voice when the magpies sing,
that you’re the colour on every parakeet’s wings
and i’ve longed to know you for the longest time
despite your name sitting right on my tongue
for so many years now
you've always been right by my side
even before I knew you’d come

— welcome home, love.