Oceans
it's not just water that fills our ocean
buoyant as that may be
it's more of matter over mind
anchoring aground
when bluebirds no longer sound
I still hear them
echoing through the silence of time
a coded coo corralled in unconscious
intertwined
a slow dance of death
unrehearsed
shadows aloof
to die
upon the sword
but as one
blood wrung wrists
washing away in the waves
wreaking a lumpish shore
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2021
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