A Call

A call from the ocean, a call from the stars. A call from you saves a life. The ringing in a shell calls stiff muscles to sun-warmed water. With loose sand stirring, silk fabric flows with rhythm. That same rhythm of heartfelt words, spoken softly with peach lips. The same peach lips that remind a taste of apple juice and vanilla. A sugared smile rests on peppered skin. The same skin that holds tears and calls out a name with pure joy. That name needs to be called out, no one else will blink at the bonded lashes or long sleeves. A call with real words of wisdom, and true love, will stop a call from the ocean, or the stars. The stars call out a dim soul, for they burn the brightest stars. Each star envy's the light glow of a human heart. The stars call from a sky filled with darkness. The stars want that same dim soul to cry out and shoot up into the night. That dim soul needs a star, one to warm a cold heart. Stars call out, just as the ocean rings. Do not listen to them, the stars want your dim self to cry out, the ocean wants you to join the sand beneath. Though they want you, they want you for themselves. They do not want you for your paper-thin lips, they do not want you for the freckles glossing over olive skin. For these things they do not want from you, but I want you, but not to join me in the darkness, instead to light you up. I want you for these things that the stars and the ocean reject you for. I will give you every pearl from the sea and every comet I will use to wish my love to you. When you leave me one day, I will throw myself into the sea, the sand will welcome me. I will join you amongst the sea. Our dim souls will burn the brightest stars, and together we will light up the sky, day and night. Until one day we burn out, and land in the ocean once again. And even in that life, I promise to find you again. I will search every grain of sand and every star to find the love we once had.