The Sea Chamber.
I speak to the ocean, whispering.
“You wish to mingle your salts with
mine”
I will not settle in the remnants
of this damp, this room of dreams.
A homage to endeavour and decay,
this will not be my way home.
Instead, I will sing sweet as a lark
over meadows far from the sea.
And see the salt tears sit
In the corners of your eyes,
knowing I am free … at last.
©️ Dai Fry March 3rd 2019.