Over water
Under the moon
Across the Slaney
And into your cold womb
I carry the fields
Having carried the corn
Morning and in early song
I have come for you
From so far gone
Moss lines on our headstone
Dew weep the flower blooming
At our feet
Over water
Under the moon
Burying my face into yours
And I don't fade
I don't shrink
I'm yours only yours
I've collapsed into your space
We're carried again
Don't disturb us
Those not fit for dust.
