The Wandering Soul

As the evening moon swells the sea Sand wraps its fingers around me The ocean sends a murmur through a breeze Landing on my frail, empty skin calmly The whispering moon My mind is wandering across the lonely shore Leaving footprints where they have travelled before Searching the horizon among the ocean’s white-wash roar My off-track soul is lost, not knowing what to search for The listening sea Separation, my mind dives into the sea as my body lays still My body is chasing my soul in eagerness to feel Salty wounds are lapped as the tide reaches my heels The evening moon swells, my soul fills The wandering soul