“Orange in the distance”

Sweet magnolias by the ocean,
breeze overcoming them and me.
But I don’t want to be swept away,
not to end up behind the mountains,
hiding among trees and in bushes,
too sleepy to open my hazy eyes.

Rather, I want to be alive—
never stop gazing
at the endless blue horizon.

Later, as the sun is ready
to close his golden eyes,
tired from shining his light
upon the world all day,
I’ll do the same.
But I hope I’ll never be ready to give up,
never to be stolen away
from each moment.

Wind against my neck,
the song of the sea—
her waves moving through me,
as little butterflies rush
across a great open meadow
of infinite flowers.

It’s time now.
I’m facing my fate, surely and steadily;
as always, I look straight ahead—
a glimpse of orange in the distance.

I’m not yet ready to give up.
I know I’ll never be.
And I couldn’t be more glad about that.