• Joey Morris

Ocean Seed


I feel as though flotsam Run ragged on the ocean I have travelled far in search Of something deep and buried They speak of sirens ache Upon the shore so lulling I tip into the waves and sigh A torn white sail around my heart Was once airborn and waving Now a shroud of longing What does it mean to be sworn to sea A promise of names sake written In ink in the lines of my skin Wrinkles wink at the past as I float A maiden of sand that is slipping Can I breathe as though I was made here A child of storm and ocean meeting And ever I flee Back to the sea For the missing part I am seeking

- Joey morris 2018

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