Marina

Dear,
Home is nearer than you may know:
                Because your spirit is here
                And I will always stay -

Eyes sailing the coastline sided by familiar faces (of) New sisters and brethren both
                And the peeking sun
                                                And the windswept wave.

This boat, however heavy-ladened
Will carry us safely to shorelines-
So surely peace, you have not yet deserted me.

Joy, you can still be found.
Hope, please hold on here once more.

For not all nights are starstreaked
(And) Not always will the gentle wind whistle lullabies: 

(See) Sometimes she laments,

(Sea) Sometimes these sails scream.

And marching waves bellow in agony for their sunken losses.

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And still yet, their arrival-

Aboard this liquid land ceiling of violence and vibrancy alike- Serves as a constant; A reminder that we are not alone.

Though not always together

Marina, my love, home still nears.

-Matt Mathias