the ocean
tell me,
is it strange to want the billows
to o'ertake me?
i float and let the brine
imprint long lost secrets
on my skin
and the tides
are one of the few things
that care to rock me to sleep anymore,
i sigh
as the undulating waters
gently close my eyelids,
murmuring prayers o'er me
i. am. at. rest.
knowing that
the elements understand
YOU ARE READING
ruby
Poetrypoems about the next stage of my life, hopefully about new experiences but also about hanging onto something the heart has desperately longed for and isn't quite ready to give up
