Home on the Ocean

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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