i thought i understood the water,
the silver whispers of stream,
dying the way sadness sighs
like a star.
the water didn't bring me to
you or you to me.
you were not the shimmer of a
fish.
you were the light reflecting,
bold splashes of colour
on a bold canvas. you
were night when i could
hardly bear the night and you
fell through me
like twilight bringing black
marble moons and watery ghosts.
i thought i understood the water.
i thought the stars painted your
reflection on my lips,
but the silver whispers were not
sad they were happy and
i wondered how i ever
found them sad.
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 2:23 PM UTC
i thought i understood the water,
the silver whispers of stream,
dying the way sadness sighs
like a star.
the water didn't bring me to
you or you to me.
you were not the shimmer of a
fish.
you were the light reflecting,
bold splashes of colour
on a bold canvas. you
were night when i could
hardly bear the night and you
fell through me
like twilight bringing black
marble moons and watery ghosts.
i thought i understood the water.
i thought the stars painted your
reflection on my lips,
but the silver whispers were not
sad they were happy and
i wondered how i ever
found them sad.
