SUNSHINE AURA – poetry. short stories. community.

Aquamarine and glittering drops of sun on the surface

The pattern so like the shapes on sea turtle’s backs.

Calming sounds of the waves pushing together

Nowhere to go, but into each other, into the vast depths.

Sandy floors that most people would never feel

To gently glide their fingertips over in a caress.

A longing to be able to take a breath and another

Without lungs filling to the brim with salt and sea.

An unexplainable longing to return there

To what may best be described as, home.

Adventures and songs of wrecked vessels

Dreamlike floating and flipping: weightlessness.

If only all of it could be real —

Not merely a deep call from ancestors, remembering.

Always crying out for the return

Like a mother unable to find her cub.

The further away, the less she can hear the call

Yet she knows that she will always come home.

She can try to hide the truth in her heart

Drifting through life in a daze, cloaked.

But on full moon nights when the sky is clear

Stars shining in twinkles of blue and red and yellow.

She’ll hear a whisper, feel the twitch down below

She’ll know, a deep knowing,

Home is calling, and she will return again.