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Yours and Mine

Home for home

By Elsa Michaela | @surfthoughtPublished 7 months ago 1 min read

Its mine.

This beach. This beach is mine.

(And yours)

These songs are mine.

I have made them my own

(Though they are yours)

The pink skies and rainbows you sent

I received them

The tide you ride, it is my tide

The wind in all its frustration

Is mine, I don’t want it to blow you away

Hidden in plain sight

The lure of Saturday-night-Newcastle

Short sleeves, high heels

But the smell of coconut wax

A purple hibiscus flower

O’neil and wooden eaves,

An Endless Summer

In sleet and snow

Memories of people I did not know

Met once, twice

A falling star that exploded in our sky

This place

Has always had a fragment of me in it

You were born to it

But I arrived alone, long ago, and inhaled its soul

A voice within me

I knew then it was mine

I knew then what I wanted to be

dropped a white pebble

a tiny piece of a dream

My footprint in your sands

As I was sung away

Though the reason is still unclear

I have scattered stones everywhere

The pieces shine in moonlight, an impossible path

Lead to here!

Could this place be my home as much as it is yours?

fact or fiction

About the Creator

Elsa Michaela | @surfthought

When you hear a song

One that stops you in your tracks

That seems spoken from your own mind

Do you listen and listen again?

Follow its streams until a tide,

Inside you

Rushes to fill in the small hollow parts

…Yeah, me too

INSTA - @surfthought

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