Dear June

(I had a dream last night.
it was a place you told me about.
and it was beautiful like you said)

-Her silhouette outlined in front of the sun like a painting.
She was waiting on the edge of an old wooden dock,
hanging her feet over the water.
Her curly brown hair lost in the breeze,
the warmth of summer sun shinning off her face.
The smell of the ocean never brought her such peace.
She was waiting on a sailboat carrying her father and uncle.
They had be gone since the sun rose that morning. She didn't mind them being gone.

-It had given her the time to explore.
Spider webs and dust covered the giant wooden door of the lighthouse. She climbed the old rusty staircase which seemed to never end.
The light at the end felt unreachable, but she continued until she reached the top. The Violence of the water seemed beautiful to her. She could hear the waves crashing into the rocks at bottom of the tower.

-She enjoyed being away from home during the summer time.
The softness of the warm sand touching her bare feet.
You could see her love for the Ocean; in the way she walked the beach for countless hours.
Looking for seashells and searching the caves for unclaimed treasures.

She gave herself to recapture the noise of the seagulls,
the smell of the sand in the water for me.
-Calmly I walk along the beach for the first time with her.
She showed me all the things that made her smile.
She promised; "this side of the beach will only end when we cant walk anymore."
here we'll write our names in the sand.
here she'll never let go of my hand.
here I'll fall harder than I still do,
but here I won't worry, she knows her way around the Atlantic.

(but goodnight said my dreams
and all to soon she was gone, again)