Mist to mist, drops to drops. For water thou art, and unto water shalt thou return.
Just take my hand, lead, dance with me...and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free...where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again...in long and priceless moments of shared solitude...
Poetry isnβt an island, it is the bridge. Poetry isnβt a ship, it is the lifeboat. Poetry isnβt swimming. Poetry is water.