The Jeaoulsy

I have never seen the sky so blue above my head,
or felt the breeze so light on my tense shoulders.
I have grown jealous of every grain of sand
that shares kisses with the Gulf sky
after feeling a midnight chill.
I have grown jealous of the sand
that shares longing gazes with the sky above,
the distance between me and my Sun
is much farther than the sand
and its scorching soulmate above,
it seems I cannot feel partner
or allow mirages to be formed around me
in your presence,you are too much far.
but as much as I envy the sand
and its illusory proximity to the Sun,
I know that my patience will someday
reap tangible results.
While the sand will forever remain
much too far, much too far
from its warm love above.

I love you.