An Ocean of My Own

The sound of waves crashing on the shore,
I smell the salt and cotton candy,
And I open my eyes.
Cool sand is my pillow,
The sky is my blanket.
Painted orange and pink,
The clouds roll by,
As a mockingbird sings an unknown melody.
I can taste the air, salty and sweet,
I can feel the sun reach down
And kiss my cheek.
I'm filled with and ocean of my very own,
Flowing inside me,
Longing to erupt from me,
And I'm singing.
No tune, no melody,
No sound at all,
Just singing to the golden sky.
The sea so far away,
And I'm so cold.
So hollow.