One new moon, at full spring tide,

A darkness rose up inside

That broke the dam, without warning

And let the words come out pouring. 

A rouge river rushed forward

Overtop of you and onward. 

You stood steady. I saw you sifting 

Through the rubble for gold, glistening. 

As patient as a prospector, 

Never losing your center

You safe kept my secrets 

And contained my weakness. 

I watched from upstream

The unfolding of this dream,

Baffled by your willingness

To accept my messiness. 

You held me in the light 

I lost sight of that night. 

But when the morning breaks

The jewels you collected look like fakes. 

I’m dehydrated and disoriented, 

Your leaving can not be prevented. 

Carrying with you a piece of my shame, 

I wonder if you will return again.