Words Break on the Open Sea

Our words light up the broken sea.
It floods our hearts, yet still we speak,
and we are pulled relentlessly.

From dusk till dawn our sounds carry.
Like a ship breaking high wave’s peak,
our words light up the broken sea.

The squawks and squeals from these our beaks
Add a strange hue to what we see;

it floods our hearts, yet still we speak.

At times, under water we be,
but words and light our interest peak,
and we are pulled relentlessly.

Published by A Boggus Life

I am an eclectic reader and editor who solves Rubik's cubes, writes, draws and paints, and longs to live in England and France.

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