feet wet from our cresting reverie long after we walked out of the water

our two sets of toes buried in fickle sand and a tide's slow rising

it casted our far souls alight when receding yet it resembled

half moons closing in your eyes where skies once edged out the stars

though men worked, bare-backed, i sang and you played guitar

and our song made the leaves chuckle and applaud with a fury

one reckless and strange for trees so silent before our coming

yet they bowed their full heads to the parade of our words

some told me to stay so very still when my heart was free

it always was and is and i stayed and I wept for you

wept like the call of the crow in the farthest off night

a cacophony of shadow notes left on stilts in the mud

i thought i should go but i didnt and stayed calling you

till my skin and my voice had  grown hoarse with the whispering

i remained naked embedded on the sea bed of new dawnings

yet my seaweed hair twisted deep in this absence of breathing.