I wish I"d known from the very start
Which mountain the sun came from
For your eyes can be deceiving in rain
Fountains are rain corralled and I'm tempted
Into sleeping on your neck. A servitude of roses.
In which the green bay and the rolling sea spy on me
Deeply unclear like raging seawater,
Lagoons on tropical Islands are lost on me.
Kind of like fantasy.

I wish I'd known from the very start
That in your heart of hearts
You do not have a way to deal with the sea,
Water is a better sort of wound
Because water wishes from the very beginning
That human hands will remain unpolluted by blood.
That is the key to the music box hidden in the secret
Garden, where the door is always closed
where puddles stay with their stories and water dilutes the tears.
Simple silence succeeds,
I am astonishingly wet before you know it. 
Water has the urge to repeat
When I reach the end of your hand
You will reach the bridge, the bridge on the verge of doubt;
Eject me from this  river
Soak me in the sun
I break it to you:
Dreams do come true.
Passing clouds and waves and tides
I went and I went and I went:
I took the shade of this old water tree,
Even though she was tired and broken,
I'd love to see you
Kiss the sun with your wet lips
Drink the water
See my heart melt.