My father is a man of no houses He tells life by the sunlight Rises only when it's set. He told me once my name would be Ocean The eyes I recieved from him. Our skin is of the moon We live for the stars.
Etched in my memory are waters His freckled hands pulling me through the current. Hiding from the sun under pools River protecting us from earth. Sun would show me It was no friend.
My father left in my third autumn The sun had dried the river bed. His farewell kiss lingers Still on my brow. In dreams I trace it Like the final plunge to the river I will swim again.