The ocean is unpredictable and threatening,
Tearing years and years off the land with its anger.
But fear not, you will not drown, only float
Westward, towards stillness, towards the burning light,
To shed your skin and walk naked
Unto Eternity’s homely Shores.
You walk among strangers carrying suns in their hands.
Heaven is too vast, too far away, like the call of a Seabird
Far beyond the horizon.
Perhaps it is better to look for light
In the caresses of strangers stumbling along
The same path as you.
Last night my soul walked barefooted
Amongst stars and left a sketch of wingspan
On my heart.
But today when I woke up it was shrouded
In thick morning mist.
So I had to take my life for a walk to the sea
To see it reflected there on bouncing
Silver currents heading towards land.
Clouds rise from the sea,
Something whispers in swirls of shining lies:
Moon after moon mirrored in shivers of blue.
A life has been poured tenderly into a watery mould:
The feather of a Sunbird making its way to the sky.
It is always that which leaves without a trace
That is remembered the longest.