Dovestoneboy

The sea above.

Look, the stars are not liquid

More they are clasped in the 

rock-like grip of my palm, 

I exhale and out you flow

a flood of longing

dispersed in time, 

In rain I feel you

In mist I see you, 

A sea upturned 

and water touched

by delicate frost

the ebbing wayward tide

and love, then live

with love that\'s lost.