Where the Tide Meets the Heavens
The relentless, crashing pull of the tide,
an ocean that refuses to be quieted.
It thunders deep against the shore,
a reminder of all that I could be.
And above that salty spray, the atmosphere fills
With that beautiful, breathless shade of blue.
Letting the bluebirds soar from branch to branch
As it lets us cast our prayers to the open heavens
-Devon-
June 6, 2026













