Something once static shifted
on the hazy night our eyes met;
my archetype for everything beautiful
teetered and crumbled under her gaze.
I was petrified,
with bare soul and feet.

Curious,
the absence of pretension
when caught off-guard.

We thought ourselves cold-hearted seekers,
nomads on the high seas with battlescars that never healed.
We thought ourselves merciless and cynical
with half a mind to forget Love
and the other half thinking it had ever even existed.
We didn't want to get wet anymore
so we walked detatched on the surface like Christ,
leaving the whirlpools to those more comfortable
with this everchanging idea of emotion,
but in one second we were slipping under the surface,
inhaling water.

We drowned that day, and three centuries later we were
washed up on a rock gasping for air,
renewed in our convistion that nothing was meant for us.
The sea we'd come to think was home had rejected us
so we turned our back and walked away once more.

The cold retribution of
god's scorn for our indifference
swelled like a tidal wave
to catch me unaware.
This is where you come in.

Now,
with my back on the sand and face
to a sky that has never been so clear,
I let the waves wash over me
and drown once more.
I'm in love with these waters, in love with Love.
Again,
I am playing as a child
who dreams as an adult,
drawing letters in the sands of confession
and letting Love wash them away
like little prayers and offerings
left in collection plates at Mass.

You are walking the strip between low and high
tides and the waves swirl around your feet
when you see me.

I am a fool, weatherbeaten and
soaked to the bone, but
your smile warms me like the dawn.

This is when Beauty hits,
the wave never seen coming,
and I relearn how to swim.

03/28/2006

Author's Note: Another Fathom/Amrich Collab.

Posted on 03/28/2006
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