Edges of Oceans
Pieces of my heart Scatter along Atlantic shores Rich in sand dollars, and Iridescent blues Mussel skeletons With no tissues To wipe the salt from their eyes Waves roll out in Endless goodbyes Reaching for one last Moonbeam kiss Gazing from behind sandy lashes Breezes harnessed in fluttering branches I feel closest to God Chasing edges of oceans Plunging into depths unseen Floating on prayers and cosmic maps embedded beneath dreamy eyelids Wandering to cold rough seas Every chance I get Running back to memories Of the place I spent a lifetime trying to leave Truth is I miss the chill of home across my cheek