Only the moving sea

Only the moving sea can show you
Who you truly are,
Before it relases you, laughingly,
And find something else
To mirror.

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Summer nights and quiet shores

Summer nights and quiet shores,
Without screams, without footsteps on concrete,
Only evenings sinking contentedly
Into melancholy.
A still sea mirroring earth,
A still mind mirroring life.

Eternity’s Homely Shores

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.

Last night my soul walked barefooted

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

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.