POEM: Sea-Soaked Refrain
Unbridled wind wings its way
towards my yet-to-be lived life,
sweeping across the forest,
stirring the pine needles from their homes.
As they drop to the ground,
an ancient mariners' song
is faintly heard past the traceable borders.
Awakened into an upward gaze,
I trip over the tree trunks of my heritage.
Though bloody-kneed, I press on
towards the origin of these
faint and distant sea-soaked refrains.
With each slow and deliberate step,
falls off me,
allowing breathable space
for the yearning these
melodies have unearthed,
until I am reunited with
from my homeland beyond.