a speck in the sky

it is warmer in the water
but when the weight of the world
urges me under i am helpless.
i am heaving your sky and still
i cannot breathe when you seethe
beneath my surface and i am boiling
with love.  i am no longer at liberty

to hold you dear.  i am no longer
your lone lily mourning the wake
of woken waves lapping the corners
of what i do not know.  i do not know
you.  i do not know where i stand
for the earth is dissolving between toes
and i am tipping into a fluid medium.

i am so tired, so drawn for the need
of the anchor i have been for so long –
i am finite and i can only do so much.  
hoist me from sunken springs before
you imbibe the purest part of me; i would
still dilute you.  you must show yourself
to the sun, to be slowly grown out
of the nights you cannot fight fears with.

if i could be liquid light to lift you
with the weightlessness of air, i would
soak your subtler senses so you might
fly high enough to see me.  but i fear
i will already have flown too far.