Lost At Sea

if water washes away our sins,

let me cast myself in.

send me away

on the end of a moon-ray;

absent from the tide and pull of gravity.

The ground neither contains me

nor restrains me.

For i was cursed with feet

and flawed humanity

instead of the fins due me

my soul was made for swimming

So float me out,

let me weep

let the waves carry away

the pieces of me

that need cleansing.

This sort of breaking

feels strangely like healing,

as i'm swallowed in the sea.

i'm eyeing the horizon line;

with raindrop eyes like wind chimes,

to where the land and sea

start disappearing,

and become one...

within me.