the foolish heart

I wake up each day
with a promise
in my foolish heart,
for some love
from the days of past,
but this promise
never seems to last
for long,
and just like
the days before
this day is gone,
but with a little hope
for tomorrow
my star shines
out in the blue,
and I fall terribly easily
yet again
for you.

horizons.

Only when you’re
looking
at the waves
crashing on the shore
and the sun flirting
with horizon

that you realize
nothing’s bigger
with the power to
stretch that horizon
even further

but your thoughts.