Songs above the stars and the sea

I can hear the sound of singing on the wind.

What beauty floats across the air to waiting souls.

These days of sunshine and surprises.

Telling the meaning of our dreams at night.

Pink ribbons on my bicycle

and the breeze kissing my hair,

turning me into a reluctant Medusa.

Far away thoughts of castles and princes

and water so blue it would make a heart ache.

Everything seeming so fresh,

so real,

the sun so fierce it burns wildflowers onto my pale shoulders.

Soaking in nostalgia

holding on to every second and trying to turn each of them into 100 years.

Knowing that they are only seconds

but trying nonetheless.