My feelings are a private sea,

That pulls the moon, and pulls at me.

A surface calm, a shell-hard wall,

Beneath, the depths feel, sense, and call.

Each memory, a pearl I keep,

In waters dark and soft and deep.

I build a nest of whispered care,

With roots of love and threads of prayer.

These walls are not of stone, but soul,

A sanctuary, warm and whole.

Come in from cold, lay down your load,

This crab protects you down the road.

I wear my history like a shell,

A mobile home where feelings dwell.

Approach me sideways, slow and true,

For those I trust, I'll show the you

The tender heart that hides within,

A world where true connections begin.

My moods are phases, wax and wane,

In sync with joy, in sync with pain.

A sliver bright, a full-faced glow,

An intuition's subtle flow.

Don't seek the logic, sun-bright, plain,

I dream the dreams the moon explains.