Ocean Folds into Sky

Suspended in the Key of Me

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In the key of me
ocean folds into sky
(where do boundaries lie)
whispers of salt lace the horizon
is it rain or are the clouds crying
shadows — perhaps ours
stretch long and thin
over wet sand
that remembers every step

Waves kiss shingle
a murmured secret beneath moon’s
half-closed eye —
(is she sleepy or just hiding?)
stars dangle from invisible strings
a puppet show with no puppeteer
just silence —

H U S H — S I L E N C E . . .

Then your name forms waves on my lips
(not spoken but thought)
still loud as crashing surf

What is a wave but a caress gone wild
a touch so gentle
(or maybe fierce)
lost in the rush towards land

Here we are,
a breath
a whisper —
lost in wind
everything and nothing — all at once
(suspended in the key of me)

Have you ever experienced a personal, introspective moment where everything feels both significant and ephemeral? Did you ever find yourself suspended in the key of you?
H U S H —
S I L E N C E . . . L I S T E N!

— © Nour Boustani 2024

Thanks, Claire Kelly and the team at Write Under The Moon.