Inspired by my visit to Lincoln City

by Turiya

ANCHOR INN

spent a week at the Anchor Inn
perfect metaphor for where I’ve been
sinking deep beneath the skin
to seek my inner self again

rapt tight in mooring line
i docked long enough to find
floating fragments i’d left behind
containing other sides of mine

SPINDRIFT

Crashing the shore
Churning emotions
Love rattles on sand
Ebbs and shifts like spindrift

Churning emotions
Tumultuous transitions through chaos
Ebbs and shifts like spindrift
I struggle without a preserver

Tumultuous transitions through chaos
Relax enough to float
I struggle without a preserver
and dive towards myself

Relax enough to float
Love rattles on sand
I dive towards myself
Crashing the shore


CLIFF DIVING

Shores of my rocky life
Imagine the depths
Darkness of loss
Pain of watery breath

Imagine the depths
Soothing like sleep
Pain of watery breath
Quilts of satin

Soothing like sleep
Reach out shaky arms
Quilts of satin
Swim against high tide

Reach out shaky arms
Darkness of loss
Swim against high tide
Shores of my rocky life