for you

dedicated to unge

mating ballads sung in the cold, carrying your existence up to dozens of decades old. either be in days of yore, or moments where you are now, waves still take you ten thousand miles roundabout. you are a canary of the sea, does all this debris clog up your vocal cords? wishing we could wipe all the waste from your cerulean home, yet again making lighthouses visible. wishing we could lift up the labyrinth away from the blueness of your ménage. our embraces will be here to welcome, chaperone you through this eternal expedition. you are, by no means, small. you occupy these bodies of water — this earth, with your tangible kindness, with your ethereal mind. long live, renegade of hurricanes. thou who've passed through sea storms and the calls of sirens, wayfaring to the end of the world quenching that clawing curiosity, creating bubbles of benedictions. long live, resident of the neptune, chasing for that horizon looking for answers. may your journey's filled with kaleidoscopic corals that lead you to your final bourne.