In fair weather and foul, I’ll be your friend.
Peacekeeper, eagerly subdued;
You’re my first choice.
But I’m water and you’re glue –
And I’m still stuck on you.
I slip right through your fingertips,
And I’m abashed to admit –
It’s a lot more fun
When you’re the one playing hard to get.
I’m watered down and dumb; nothing sticks.
My hands are grey and limp –
This lust for you submerges;
My heart is deep-sixed.
Let me down gently,
Deep, somewhere in my soul,
There’s a voice that cuts through the blue noise,
Telling me to let you go.
The sound’s drowned out under the water,
Superfluous adhesive, hydrophobic to reason;
Where I dwell you’re just scar residue.
I’m the vessel, you’re the ghost.
And I’m finding my way back to shore without you.
No longer will I be engrossed; shy, and nervous.
Now I know, on the coast it rains the most.
But without your burden, I can float back up to the surface;
My heart is deep-sixed, but I’ll make a home in the sand.
In fair weather and foul, I’ll still be a friend.
It takes getting your feet wet
To find clarity among the chaos,
But I won’t live haunted by regret.
God knows I’ve tried to find the light
And there is order in the cosmos.