My love is the blood
In the sunrise
Spilling its crimson
On a distant skyline
Only the birds and
The forests below
Will ever believe
It was mine.
My blood is the flow
Of the river
Kissing the banks
Of a crumbling ravine
Only the rocks
On the bed deep below
Will be stirred
By my thundering stream.
My flow is consumed
By the ocean
Staining the surf
Of a foaming red tide
Washing me up
Just like driftwood and dead
From the ship that I wrecked
That was mine.
My love was the blood in our sunset....
