Running waves
From the back of this ship
Where I can see the rise of something bright,
Though leaving me tranquil
As it leaves me to dust,
In the quake of fallen rain,
To make
The lake
I would leave in her arms.
Blood runs to replace unfallen tears,
As my chest heaves a heaviness
To the coldness
Of a million burgs above the surface
Of her flesh.
I can breathe diamond
To make a heart,
For her glistening eyes.
Silencing the sun,
Raising the moon,
Blocking the light
That should shed skin more than years
Kept in the creation of many
Lakes, that sadness makes.