For the broken

For the Broken,
For the Scarred,
For Wanderers Finding Home (2)
Come away my love

Hear the breezes whistle your name on treetops

where our heart are entwined
and home looks closer from distant horizon.

Come away my love,

sonnet,

sunset

Let the birds find us kin to their flight

in gray skies and wanton winds,

though the horror of the dead allures

and beckons us to their resting places

Come away, my love,

ornate skin, the colour of my mother’s hearth

Step into salvation,

remember whose son you are

Find your origins in the waves,

and mother’s voice in the way they leap and crash each time,

bellowing the richness of her loves in the foamy kisses of the sea.

Do you not see, dearest scarred,

the beauty in those cracks, and how each missing piece is filled with gold?

Do you not see the beauty that glares from the cracks?

from your eyes? the nki on your cheeks?

Come away my love,

This is not about soldierly matches,

It is about sea feet,

swerving, swaying rhythm less caricature of dances.

Come away my love,

sway with me soul mate,

like toddlers on first steps

Let the music resonates with us alone,

Nothing else matters.