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
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