across the water, shadows sleep.
mother brushes sunset's brow, horizon hushed.
arms, warm and feathered. familiar breath stirring my hair.
I wish to be across the water, ink black.
someday, maybe someday.
of course someday.
orange moon on dark silk
I am wrapped in your loveliness
in the night that smells of secret meadows.
there are no walls, nor ceilings, but simple earth.
the elms hold hands to pray in the quiet, to hope for
restful dreams and a sunrise even fuller than the last.
tomorrow's dawn must rise foggy-eyed and cool,
draped in loose gray garments
fit for river-walking.
the water will not be ink black then,
but white and gold and dotted with morning fish.
by then you will be gone, but you will return—
someday, maybe someday.
of course someday.
Inspired by Across the Water (Vashti Bunyan)
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These Hazy Days
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