It is a strange tide now that takes me,
Blank and floating like so much sea foam,
And all I can be is quite scary
A drop in the seas that make up this grey dome

And walking away is so hard
Feet don't find water but land and deep space.
It's not worth it to keep up your guard
When you trip between gaps poorly patched in their place

I don't want to sink or be broken,
I'm happy to float and feel sea and the sky,
For both have their gifts and their tokens,
But both too are cold and their glory a lie

For now I'll just be on my back here,
There are no waves all is still and replete,
But the storm's not too far, nor are you dear.
We are the clay and the storm is the heat.

If I twist my form I'll be safer.
The light will not reach what the water may take,
But the depths are no place for adventure,
Though the storm clouds are dark they are dark for my sake.