Like the ocean,
I dry your eyes.
Not so much like the river,
And not so much like a lake.
For before there is a stream,
And before there is a puddle,
I dive.

I dive to find your mind,
To ease your heart,
Reaching for somewhere
You cannot find.

I open you
To the residue,
Of the fanned flames
Spreading shame.

There should be life
To each of your eyes,
Not the porcelain sadness
Of a displaced heart,
What I feel, what you cannot see,
Is all I seal, among all you bleed.