Oceans inside

waves rocking

feeling the ancient

kicking up surfaces

into the unknown

wild wind crying
shelling me from inside

I have waited


wailing into the night

have howled

from the craters of my being
have searched empty pockets
whispered into seashells
expecting you to be there
casting your comfort cloud
under moon trails

my belief finally fades

as I wait in winters long house
for frost on my weathered fingers
to melt me back home