Sell them down the river.
Meandering amongst the ripples caused by skimming stones.
An abrupt change of tone,
will we ever make it home alive?

One time we drowned in the shallow waters,
a breath of fresh air so far away.
Lungs splattered on the banks of ox bow lakes.

I'm not fake I love you until the estuary.
Stand next to me as the water passes through our toes.

The splash is singing to me in dreams of melodies made by those tiny waves.
Wave goodbye to drought,
the storm is coming,
in an abundance of rapid music,
don't lose my grip,
don't slip into those surrounding currents.

My heart sank as the silence spoke,
and floated back to it's rightful motion.
We never bent nor broke.