Salty air fuels my heart with familiarity, like I’m coming home again after a long day away from my destiny. I touch the stones under the sea the only bridge we still share I throw them far as they can go to send my warmth out there The sea cradles birds like a mother nurturing…

The moon The moon is what we share The moon sees both of us Without saying a word It must be hard The moon The moon saw me awake When I was supposed to be asleep The moon saw my eyes too open When I needed them shut The moon The moon is witnessing Every…