Oh Maria, how are you. . .?
I miss you more and more the longer I force myself away, trying to focus my feelings into Zeyoia
I wish we could be together. . . anywhere. . . as long as it’s the two of us
Maybe we could explore a beautiful ocean’s cave in France, and enjoy a sweet French breakfast underneath that mysterious rocky skylit view
I think maybe, since you’re always so diligent, you’d take out your phone and start jotting down lyrics, saying the scenery inspired you
I’d laugh and say I think music would be as lost without you as me
And when we’re finished, a gondola would come for us, and the rower would hand you your favorite Starbucks coffee with a smile and bow. . .
And he’d row us back to the beach shore
And the rower would remark that the waves are so much calmer now on the way back
And I’d say, “Of course, it’s because Maria is here now. . . and her caring presence calms the ocean itself.”
And maybe you’d smile and say I’m being so lame
And I wouldn’t be able to laugh back, because I’d be mesmerized by the sparkle in your eyes when you smiled. . . Even more beautiful than the sparkling aquamarine ocean around us
The birds should fly a heart pattern above us. . .
And the fish should swim a heart pattern around us. . .
Maybe then, maybe then. . . Maybe I could confess my eternal love for you in that moment beneath the blueberry sky and honey-gold sun, surrounded by earth’s largest sparkling emerald
But more than likely, your staff would rush us off the gondola to get you prepared for your next appearance
And we couldn’t even share a towel to dry off 🙁
C’est la vie. . .