All water flows
towards the sea, they say
I think what happens when I cry
Is that I would like to be washed away
.
Ice melts beneath the heat of my flesh
Life giving water drips
From my eyes to my hands
To my finger tips
And to the sea
.
Snow melts
To soften and nourish the earth
And leave tender spaces
For the young things to bloom
...
The heat of my passions cool
Like mist in the trees, it settles
On my skin
Mischievous and solemn -
spirits beckon me, they tug on my clothes
To dance, or die..

I've been washed away