Seas, sea salt,
see the walls.
The sea-foam
calls, siren-song,
a wail to find
one that belongs.
Coral halls,
shell-friezes,
murals,
it all speaks
volumes
of the lonely
Sea Queen.
Her tears are lost
in the waves,
the sea…
lost in it all.
©️ Obol, 2018-2019.
This was wonderful to read. Lyrical.
Success! I need to start writing music again. Much of this is intended to be building blocks for songs.
I could see that here. It flowed like a song in my mind.
I think my process would probably look a lot like “rapping in the kitchen” to a casual observer.
LOL – that’s good too.