At the pause between inhale and exhale,
the heartbeat seems to quieten,
waiting for the soft gesture of release
We linger here, the sun creeping lower in the sky,
light glimmering at the edges of the marsh.
light glimmering at the edges of the marsh.
A heart beating softly and slowly,
an image drifting in and out of focus
an image drifting in and out of focus
The memory of water swimming in our subconscious,
slowly unearthing itself
The eyes, soft and slow from sleep, open and close quietly
The dream swims in our vision for a moment and then evaporates
The shutter blinks its slow blink
The dream swims in our vision for a moment and then evaporates
The shutter blinks its slow blink
With a resonant sigh, the water coaxes itself out of the soft earth
Murky and wavering, we float,
unfurling in the place where light glimmers low and aching
on the surface of the water
Arms reach out into the soft darkness
and fingers curl around stems
held only for a moment,
a wavering, oscillating embrace
a wavering, oscillating embrace
The fading light reverberates through our bodies,
and echoes out into the water
Soaked and slipping, we begin to soften,
leaves and limbs folding in upon themselves
and curling towards slumber
and echoes out into the water
Soaked and slipping, we begin to soften,
leaves and limbs folding in upon themselves
and curling towards slumber
Our image whispers,
caught for a moment in silver
before swelling and rolling back into the darkness
caught for a moment in silver
before swelling and rolling back into the darkness
Growing murky and unstable,
we fall into the place where land meets water
and drift back into the dream
A water sound,
the sound of water
the sound of wind on water,
in long grass,
rattling through reed beds
the sound of my breath,
condensing in cold air and meeting the water’s surface
the sound of water
the sound of wind on water,
in long grass,
rattling through reed beds
the sound of my breath,
condensing in cold air and meeting the water’s surface
The mirror fogs,
the film creeps on as light vanishes.
The eyes heavy and clouded with silt
limbs slow and soft from slumber
Grey clouds seep into silver,
then drift, unfixed and darkening
then drift, unfixed and darkening
Floating in the realm of forgetting,
we sink into skies and fall again as rain
The image swims and blurs
An eye filled with tears
An eye filled with tears
rolling back into the swamp
Rain-soaked, our bodies bow and bend further towards the earth
Open palms and leaves reach towards the swelling flood
a vanishing gesture
a forgotten embrace
a vanishing gesture
a forgotten embrace
The last light glimmers on the amber water,
wavering on the edges of our vision
A heartbeat echoing softly off the surface of the mirror