An echo of a mother’s laugh
Serene and beautiful yet empty.
So so empty.
Empty like a ship at the bottom of the sea,
Empty like the wind between the reef.
It’s allure is powerful and gentle, it tugs at your soul, your inner desires.
Not demanding but calling, like a mother’s lullaby to a drowsy child.
Lullaby, love, lullaby, love.
A tug at the strings that produce the song of the sea that lies within us all.
beckoning towards the tiny bit of ocean that is trapped inside.
Promises to deliver it back home.
So it will be safe.
Safe below. Safe in the deep, deep sea.
Deep. Below. Time. Has. Stopped.
Up above it is woven amongst the chaos of earth.
Beauty is a fragment when you are half dead.
So it calls.
A sweet reminder of home. Reclaiming you at last.