April diminishes me by three.
Fall out of the Sky – return to the Sea
a fairy with water-logged wings.
Headfirst I drop into the bittersweet
sink into familiar waters fathoms deep
without drowning – without defeat.
Through Siren’s kiss I find my breath
discover pearls in deep regrets
lead ancient demons to their deaths.
When tides fall, dive deeper depths;
when tempests call, play the deaf
following flow – surfing the ebb.
I’ll resurface when no longer drenched
when the whirlwind lifts me up again
when I’m ready for another friend.