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I wade out into the murky tide where sky and sea collide… where one begins, the other ends. I cannot see the difference in the grays and oh, I’ve tried. And in the distance winds are stirring, clouds are forming. The gulls ascend, converge and cry. The whales are humming a song too sweet for words. A white cap forms, I think of you, your rusty amber hair. Your bracelet made of broken bones. Lilacs tucked behind your ears.
Loving ocean, wash my dirty hands.
Sea-bound woman, swim to shore.
I remember a time when we were caught in the snow, our winter jackets were left inside, and pines obscured the view to home so towards the sun we climbed. A seraph saw us from the sky and thought he needed you. Your beauty fit a siren's niche so to the sea you went.
Loving ocean wash, my dirty hands.
Sea-bound woman, swim to shore.
I tried to hold onto you but heavenly hosts were pulling too, and oh! I am just a man.
Chagrinned you reached out for my coat, I watched you sink through murk and choke. Oh! I am just a man.
I see you in the autumn leaves, you drowning slow and shifting hues. Oh! I am just a man.
Be the wind in my sails, the figurehead on my prow.