Drifting Away

A sea smell drifts across the street, into my room, and I am called towards the waves.
Drifting along with my favourite thongs and my togs, off I float away.
The sea sounds sing a song of waves, boats, humans, and the thrill of another day.
Dipping a toe, then a foot, then my whole I am lost in amongst waves.

Brokenness

Brokenness,
bleeding from files stacked battered,
bruised and
banded together with six-minute increments.

Blossoming,
beautiful flowers blooming from outside;
bright and
benign, together they beckon and call to me.

Brokenness,
bleeding scent from the battered files,
burning and
blowing away from my desk on the wind.

Our Home

Flying to no man’s land,
we fly along an endless road,
flying towards another place.

Fear of the world around us,
we fear what humans don’t understand;
fear of another death too soon.

Flowing water reminds us of the sea,
we fly towards our only home;
flowing seawater, a lighthouse, quiet.

Free to feel to no fear,
we fly no more as our home is found;
free to be vampires once more.