I should have known people who come in waves can’t be kept at shore.
You are water,
With the possibility to be smooth and slow,
But forceful and dangerous.
I was drawn to the banks of your golden sea,
Not realizing I would have to race a rising tide.
Water is the heart of the listening earth,
But the earth quakes and the banks dry.
The waves are no longer there to let the moon beams float,
No river for the sunlight to dance on.
The tumbling mountain creeks are now dust,
And I can no longer float my secrets off to sea.
No longer craving water,
I made fire.
And I intend to burn.