The Moya View

My Voice Should Die on Land


I am not a sailor.

I am meant to die on land,

ahes spread above sea level,

or in a coddled urn above the hearth.

My voice is paper and

where I choose to exist,

a white world that is not sky—

this voice of mine.

I have no ensign.

My heart beats soft, beautiful words,

a language of stars,

that knows the twinkle

was once magnificent suns.





One response to “My Voice Should Die on Land”

  1. carolineshank Avatar

    Another excellent poen!

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