Sweet security of sleep
forget forever that last dance on a
broken floor of frigid waters,
when storms alarmed a sleeper in his restful respite,
and made him think things he would
be too afraid to tell himself

Sweet surrendering reprieve
love always the way you forgot it all
and just stuck to the plan at hand -
even when
the plan was to forget it all

Solace of the sea
whisper to us
our own secrets
things we lost in the storm -
broken kettles, tarnished floorboards
and melted candles

Someday we'll return
dear waters,
to claim our things anew;
but until that moment comes
dear waters,
all our things belong to you.