• ©Alyssa Skyes


For plunging drops I walk with thee

Your crashing sounds of white

Waves wash my ears & then my mind

Of terrors in the night

Seaweed pulls my ankles in

Soft coral greets my toes

Fish spines see they break my skin

Ocean magic time well knows

Bones were living now are sand

Neath blues so prominent

Water whispers stories grand

Of sunken continents

On imprisoned thoughts the ocean spitz

And calls the wind a wrap

Removing all the useless bitz

We treasure but are traps

And history sinks in liquid folds

Deep as the galaxies

sun aids to melt, as water cools

The endless, timeless seas

©Alyssa Skyes

Poetry Vein | Oceano

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