I hold a pool of liquor

I hold a pool of liquor

In my hand

If I jump in

I may well drown

But I’ve always been a swimmer

The choice is mine

The wind can sing a song

The ancient wailing voice

Wild as any thought

I may possess

Of finding peace

Between the pages

Of an old book

Well read

But little understood.

When I feel your touch

I hear violins

A moonlight sonata

Everything dissolves

Into stardust

Loss is a word

Much bigger than it was

Breathing is a hurricane

Of need

To find transparency

And dreaming

Is a place to take a chance

On swimming

Or on drowning.