Just above water in some flight of girl woman
the image of her body naked sirenlike, the waves dancing
and she was there in the flute of my memory
she was you. He was lost at sea, she thinks
thoughts held in dark fathom and sea creatures gliding below
and he could see how I held a cup of longing in my hands
sounds of the ocean’s music. All things are lost
she says, in the ocean’s music. It is here where the world
will end. In my dreams there is a wave slow, melodious
and peaceful. And the moon’s pull and the water overtakes me
gentle cold. If that is the truth of it
then I want to stay with you. (She takes his hand, slides his grip
upon her waist.) I try to pull from you, in every attempt
remember everything not here and again I am lost. Seabirds glide
the water’s surface, winds carry the songs of the last whales.
And the sky opens each morning, swallows me whole.
Again and again I am found I am lost.
©️ David Crews