Sift through silt and
Grasp at grains
I lost your love
I lost your name
The lone and level
Far Away
The broken shards of golden clay
We left them in that cold decay

Don’t go to the shore this time
Don’t swim, it’ll all be fine
There’s a love that I long to find
But you’re not mine

Caress the kelp and
Feed the fish
I lost your faith
I lost your kiss
Look at my works
But don’t despair
The broken shards at least, are there
Stoop low, and build, and feign to care