Maybe somewhere in the depths

Maybe somewhere in the depths, you remember that there was love

In the wake of twighlight
Traveling amongst too many dreams
I tighten my grip

There is no letting go

May everything that be,

I had hoped that he would appear with a rustle of feathers and carry me to sunrises who do not bleed

Cradled in the receding tide
Sunset slipped through my fingers

If I could hold this in the palm of my hand, I would bless the water of the seed
Of the tree who, dying, still grows

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