afraid of drowning

it is you it is you who

are the ocean swishing

washing whispering humming

the heady wine of your songs filled

with the seductive blue-greens of the skies

the honey salt of your sprays the sedating

fingers of your breezes combing my

tresses caressing my senses

flowing helplessly floundering powerlessly

in the grip of your rolling rippling waves

i am the earth solid as rock

yet soft and shifting as the sand

drowning in your arms

against which you crash and pull

inexorably trying to break

my will tearing my heart

my tender limbs into shreds

you crash and recede far out of reach

from my clinging lips my clutching eyes

and rise and roll again in your inescapable

relentless waves so overwhelming

so overpowering so huge so huge

enough to swallow me

engulf me claim me subdue me

in those unfathomable depths

from where my life-oxygen my sun

my moon my stars my birds on wing

would forever be destroyed

turning me into barren

sand a parched desert where

not a blade of green

would spring up in hope

of new life –


my love, forever must I be

the lone rock standing

staunch in an empty shore

afraid of drowning in

your silent dream songs

which you fling against me over and over

until time turns into water wind and stone