Aquarian Heart

This aching anxiousness

is holding me far too tight

I am searching for peace and aching for quiet —

the type of silence

that can wash the noise away.

My soul is homesick for the ocean,

and my heart is crying out for the waves.





We spend our days
hanging on to old moments
deep within the heart,
treading carefully
through bookstores and bars,
storing memories
between dusty pages
as we sip on sorrow,
burying our lament
in the fiery burn

We spend our nights
barely breathing,
listening to sad songs,
caught up in
the dark turbulence
of moontides and madness,
drawing dreams
within the smoke and ghosts,
looking for purpose
to calm the chaos inside

Breath of Words© 1/13/17

photo: Ellen von Unwerth