a sailor's crisis

pull me to you, dear

or pull me away

because

the fact is you're

all out

when you break it down we're

one of us

is cried out and

the other

an empty vessel on the shore

i promised this

far away on the water i had promised this

i took you to be

the part of me that never leaves

except the ocean's absence echoes

like something has gone wrong

darling,

way across on this edge i'll

try to make a way to

make a way to come home to you

the sorrow of the fall of creation

make it all up in due time i'll

make it all to something worth it somehow

the morning cross

the fear and the struggles of

fear and the struggles are

cast out

far away from me now

behold,

i took this flower and

ask you to accept it

once more

took this pain

and i asked of you

that you would make all things new.

Berlin, 4.2010