Burntisland

 

These are seas that sweep across years
beneath a sky that watches children grow
into painters, poets, lovers, dreamers, 
dancers and builders of bridges to what 
might become. 

Under your touch, promises are fulfilled. 
The world is washed with colour; strokes
of summer render heartbreak unthinkable
and fey capers to the foreground, unleashed.

This is my window, and every day the view
is brighter.
 

Burntisland by Maya Horton, 2014