Drifting by the Bay

A drop would fall
So slow
So far
From somewhere hollow

From the edge of the stone
Slipped a thread so thin
Not even the Sun
Could notice its skin

But I saw
I saw

A bay with no light that comes and is gone
A hook in the drift no sail and no stern
Drink from the deep that forgot it had name
And find yourself in what now has returned

A bay with no light that comes and is gone
A hook in the drift no sail and no stern
Drink from the deep that forgot it had name
And find yourself in what now has returned

Your water
From a source that sees
Met mine
And became a stream

It crossed through tides that weren’t our own
Passed over shores with no delay
And when it reached the edge of all
It was no longer two, it could be any way

That’s when the outline turned to shallow tide
No border no shape no ground to claim
There our stream let go of its edge
And became sea with no need to be named

A bay with no light that comes and is gone
A hook in the drift no sail and no stern
Drink from the deep that forgot it had name
And find yourself in what now has returned

A bay with no light that comes and is gone
A hook in the drift no sail and no stern
Drink from the deep that forgot it had name
And find yourself in what now has returned