the salt you taste in my blood
comes from the sea
you will never forget it
as I will never forget
the depth of the water
the salt you taste in my blood
comes from the sea
you will never forget it
as I will never forget
the depth of the water
the sound of horses across an empty field
light diamonds away from waterfalls
the closeness of unending dreams
breathe
dive
breathe again
become
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tides falling
low water marks frame deserts
please
hold my hand
tides rising
high water marks increasing
hold my hand
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
drip
Stones land in water
I see wild white fish jumping
Willows hide sad smiles
I love you, your fingers wrote in water
Ross leaned on the sill and looked out of the open evening window, called by the swifts. They swerved above, katana wings cutouts against the dipping sun; below, silhouettes of scythes sped across the late-drying sheets that hung from the balconies. He had seen them at home, where the Water reached the northern sea, but here they tumbled in shrieking crowds between the close red buildings and across the shining bay. He could go and get his camera or – no, perhaps not. It was enough to see them, and hear their bosun whistles, and remember them. His heart was of the sea and his hands of the sun; their cries were in his ears, and he smiled.
Losing you, my mouth
And ideas dried.
Water me again.