My soundless feet move over these silken carpets
From empty room, to empty room
It is safe here, it is safe
I feel their wings flutter beneath the cobwebs of my skin
The fear and pain-
A ghost song murmuring in my very flesh
Oh how faint their whispers are
And then, they turn to screams
Keeping secrets will destroy you, dear
But I swallow down the lies
Soon I drag myself to the eternal sea
The tide lulls me to its shore
A frail man is here, awaiting
He’s painting the ocean with the sea
The pale water,
upon the white forest of his canvas,
cracking in the sun
My bare skin is boiling
Oh, mister,
Paint my mouth with the beauty of the sea
Lace the brush over my silent lips
And pull the sound from them
A froth of waves, a shroud of silk
This veil upon my face
My heart ever-dying
But the sea, the sea
“The sea will heal her”

This poem was inspired by the novel ‘Ocean Sea’ by Alessandro Baricco