– Deeper Waters –
The waves of your ire
wash over me in tides;
Rising waters thrusting
through a broken stone.
I crash upon the rocks,
with nothing left to hold me
but a strained embrace
aside of this greater emergency.
I raise my hands above the surface,
to the border of sea and sky,
silhouetted against the ancient stars,
now dead and gone and worlds apart;
I am all that is left behind,
walking on with water in my heart.