When glacier recedes,
Your eyes start flowing,
and by the swollen river
an island is swallowed up.
You swim from the lake
to the shore of grief to err again.
Water was your home,
water is your life.
Soft marble swells up in deep crevices of brain,
shaking the foundation of thoughts, naked as it is.
The fog sleeps on the sea for eternity.
The wrath of sky will burn the skeletons buried in sand.
Summer will bring the violence.
You cry for forgotten greens,
and kelp and sailing ships full of hops.
When the hymn recedes, your eyes start flowing.
