Novel Idea

I saw them in a drunken haze 

eyes like warm sand 

and the air right before a thunderstorm,

precisely the moment 

I saw myself 

searching for magic,

probably creating it,

because childhood never felt so far away

when all I wanted 

was hide-and-seek

or blanket forts 

and that feeling

like the down side of the first hill 

of a rollercoaster,

or running into an emerald lake

on a blue summer day,

or white stars, yellow fireflies

hanging above me and reminding me

It doesn't matter if anyone loves me.

I keep looking for magic in mirrors and memories,

then I saw them,

eyes like dark honey and fantasy novels

all of her caressed in amber 

cottonwood sequins sparkling around her--

mostly because I was wearing sunglasses 

but also because I wanted 

the amber glow of a dream,

that magic, mysteries 

I will always long for,

real or not. 

kind of like the Easter bunny

or your parents before you found out

they used curse words. 

and my mind keeps going back 

to those warm-beach eyes

longing to know more about

that thunderstorm,

then I'm screaming 

that I haven't even read that fantasy novel,

and those dark honey eyes 

that dream in amber 

and wild wishes

deserve to be known too,

they deserve to be worn 

like that path that isn't paved

but is bare of grass,

still the most familiar way

to get to class 

or the center of the couch cushion,

displaying past cuddles and 

semi-frequent Netflix binges. 

So, yeah,

I'll probably keep looking

and wishing 

and being entirely too naive 

for a 24 year old,

but I'll smell like incense 

and be sparkling amber,

and be dressed in cottonwood sequins

shining.