Dear East

Dear East, I wanted to run away, on a dappled grey, with a nimbus as my guide.
Dear East, I wanted to find a house I would be born in, live in, love in, and die.

I wanted so much.

Dear East, I wanted to have the sea, beyond my front door, the wood through windowpanes.
Dear East, I wanted to have my heart, growing in the garden, one beauteous and arcane.

I wanted so much.

Dear East, I wanted to run.
I wanted to find.
Dear East, I wanted the sea.
I wanted to have my heart.

I want you to have my heart.

© Meghan Coffee