I dreamt of June

In the dark,

I dreamt of June.

In the deep, turbulent waters,

surrounded by the murky, ocean floor,

I dreamt of June.

Choking on obsession and drowning in hate,

I dreamt of June.

To see the surface,

the seafoam,

the sky.

To feel the air.

I dreamt of June.

Of things gentle and free,

of paper lanterns and sleepy nights,

of the fading moon and the distant sea.

Choking on air and drowning in the stars,

Is what I imagine June must be.