The Beach

The grey weather is a ghostly friend

The Beach

If you could see what I see
lost in the ocean waves
Fierce, forlorn, curling white
There is so much more
out there

Coming calling
on the freezing wind
Answers from Oracle lips
Tasting the salty breeze
Guiding amongst the shadows
The harsh gusts pushing hard,
to remind you that you’re not alone

Mourning mists turn to night

The grey weather is a ghostly friend
Silently it takes you by the hand
On this beach front, of sand and dune
It listens and understands

Time, protection, understanding

The elemental gifts are here
This… Is your Haven… your clarity
Sanity and peace

It all comes together
Knowing you
In other worldly ways

It speaks in secrets
Rhythmic tongues
In a language
Only you are familiar with

You are here

You are home

Among

They calling waves

Raven BLACK πŸ–€πŸ₯€

Published by πŸŒ™ Crescent Moons πŸŒ™

Poet, Author, Musician, Spiritual Alchemist, Magick

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