Promise in the Water

Did I know what lie betwixt these hands as I strode back to the motherland?

Did I come back here to set things right as I stumbled through the frozen night?

Oh, it came to me in waking dream--hearing timbers shake with quaking scream.

The falseness dwelt deep within my heart; watching bone and tissue torn apart.

The walnut branch, he did present to me--A teardrop fossilized in fallen tree.

Crystallization propped upon my skull; the bees to drone, and the fog to lull.

Where I lay, drink this nectar swiftly,

Should fortune favor, the dawn comes quickly.

Grass for your pillow and stars for your shawl.

I do not have the wherewithal.

What sweet resin carried in my sash; those hands to wave, and your tongue to lash.

Don't forsake me now, my somber love--this wisdom shines down from above.

And deep within the heart of oak, the branches bow for leaves to soak.

Into this river where I pray with you, we pull apart this mental glue.

New softness where once I was adamant; that ancient vow, now to recant.

And sure enough this resin does dissolve as we deeply strengthen our resolve.

~t