I'm lost on land
And breathe in the tide
To fill rock pools with light
For like calls to like
And my stars are the sparks of the Sun,
As they strike
The surface of my water sky -
Constellations I can fly to,
Surge and shimmer down through
Under water the outside combines
Without it I thirst -
An island of dust
Isolated by the dry divides.
Copyright LJ Ireton 2018
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