Pagan Poetry – Wanderer


Photographer Mira Nedyalkova


Perhaps it is time to go to the sea
For there always was too much of the dreamer in me
With a heart of sand that was slipping away
As I headed deep out into the bay
And I stay
Singing songs that time once forgot
Setting a course that I know I can’t plot
And the dreamer she whispers don’t give in
But a lifetime of battles I never could win
And I stay
And the rain kisses my forehead
As my feet bleed against the rocky sea bed
Just another wanderer lost in her sleep
With all the promises life could not keep
And I stay
And I stay

-Joanne Morris 2017

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