Joyful Noise
Photo Credit: Sylas Boesten
Joyful Noise
It’s a joyful noise
to be tongue-tied
standing at the edge
of the new earth
the old one
passing away
behind you
You turned around
with cracked lips
salty from weeping
trusting in
sea-tidings
meant for lost souls
and lost ships
Be kinder to yourself
moor darling
wind-whipped soul
crescent witch
looking back
at your love
one last time
