Poem: We are theirs

Photo by Elena Kalis

                WE ARE THEIRS

water bleeds out the reflection of me

my body can't hide in the blue light

we paint our bodies, setting milestones in time

in the raw pocket of the universe

where we've been for the last minute or two

I crumble into thousand pieces of regret

searching for guidelines, to define a purpose

learning not to let the current drift me away

I breathe the smell of loneliness

above the ashes of burned bodies we walk

let us chase the moon one last time

may the moonlight tie our hands together

and may the wild spirits living in our bones

reach out for the home they once lost

they keep calling through the depths of fire and flood

                -- we are theirs.

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 Another prompt by Magpie Tales, for Mag #182. The image and the song Burial at sea by Mono really created the atmosphere from where I could write this.