My
shattered self
Memories,
like old mirrors
Set
in a collage
Incongruous
tiles
The
pieces of me, fragments
Float
on the surface
Rising
in the swell
The
flotsam of my life, trash
Jetsam
and debris
I
bath in blue pools
The
threshold of ice and fire
A
place of healing
Port
in the North Sea
The
rising sun sets in you
The
moon following
Stare
into the stream
Rest
beside the silver brook
Dwell
in the current
Flow
into the sea
Oceanic
memory
Hunting
the kelp beds
Raise
the sails and fly
Drifting
on the tides of time
My
ghost left behind
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