Stubbornly, my heart still holds you in my destiny.
Beautiful images of our past intimacy haunt me.
Subconsciously, my shipwrecked soul calls out to you
for warmth and for rescue — exhausted, I wade in cold dark seas
holding on to shattered pieces of what was once unbroken,
beautiful, and loving; I fear the prospect of drowning,
but I am inspired by the wondrous light of the dawning.
If I should not make it to shore, let the dark waters take me to the seafloor,
where my body will be moved to and fro by the currents
until the remnants of me are no more.
