A lullaby  Etched  in  salt  kissed Lips .

Alas, I float ...

breath breaking the surface,

lips parting to taste the night air—

Salt clinging like a lost farewell.

Submerged in voices of the drowned and the dreaming,

then comes the thought of you,

a promise most delicate,

trembling in the cradle of each breath.

 

Alas, I float ...

suspended,

weightless,

half-dreaming,

half- tethered.

A heart beyond reach,

suspended in moon above,

splintered into a thousand shards,

caught in an eho of thy own tide.

 

Alas, I hope

I hope for your light to reach a kinder sea,

I hope for you that same salt kissed breath,

that once i could never dream to be -

To etch the next chapter upon your lips

for the tide may seem an abyss,

but i promise dear splintered moon,

the taste of night air is waiting for thee.