Shores of Home

Longing home; the waters will carry me home, the waters will cast me away. Confusion and hope.

Bedside oceans, waves to fingertips.

Always I wander, a ship derelict,

and rivers singing me to sleep.

Slumbering, caressing the white ripples.

Blue mirrors and the mermaids

have come to call me deep.

Cocoon of glass and woven wishes,

I peek out, tilt my head, I see -

a glimpse of dusty, yellow light.

Here, a floating nest, my ship.

It has no anchor, it has no sails.

I dance with waters in the night.

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Of woe and double worlds,

of spirits and of tar.

Waters dark they hold my soul,

and home rests on shores afar.