Simple times with her,
Cut facets of bliss eternal,
  .  .  .  Hot gems of Eden.

I slipped from the eyelid garden
Falling now
alone
I reached for your hand
but it wasn't there
And when I hit the concrete
leave my innards for the birds

The sea was in front of me
and the sea was behind me,
and that was all there was.*

The waves applauded my entrance and
washed the sand from my lost feet.
I was neck deep in a majestic dream,
and the sandman was on my side.
The salt licked every inch of my skin
as I was stripped down to my simplest form,
and the waves awarded me the
approval of my name.
I was serene,
I was free,
and the waves were there to welcome me home.