If broken rocks and glass and things
Can be the shimmering bed of oceans
Then I can be like strings for your fingers
And you can make me lovely
If the dawn is drowned by shadows
And the water is dark like the sand, like the birds, like the trees, like the air
I can color your bland evenings
While we remember what it was to drink sun rays by the river together
We have been weathered by many storms
Into a subservient mortal romance
And instead of bursting through the cracks
Of the rocks when we crashed
We lost momentum
Watered down
Until our tears surrounded us like a stillborn stream
But I beg you to unearth the divine love
That can set us ablaze again.