3T

1) Talk

2) Tears

I am made of ocean breeze and sea spray,

a sliver of eternal mutability at heart,

I’m the erratic riptide on rocks of fire,

the surge of waves upon the cemetery

of tiny complex shaped life of my past

like the seeds of spoiled magic

the empty shells drift to sand

It’s in my soul, in my veins.

It has replaced all the blood,

forming a spring tide of night,

I float, like an orphan,

a vessel dancing in currents.

And the ocean’s breath condenses

on my view of the world,

to find a way out, through my eyes.

 3 ) Time