"Ιn search of new..." Deborah Jean

The soul of the sea speaks
of sadness, of how sun
erupts sky into light,
slowly stripping shore down
to dry bones.
She swallows her every droplet,
spits them as specks of ash,
then scatters them to the wind
instead of dusting her warm cheeks.
Sand and stone are left
cracked black with inked
thoughts. They melt and move
from desert to desert
in search of new.