I wade out into the murky tide where sky and sea collide. Where one begins, the other ends, I cannot see a difference in the grays and o’ I’ve tried. And in the distance winds are stirring, clouds are forming. The gulls ascend, converge and cry. The whales are humming a song to sweet for words. A white cap forms, I think of you, your rusty amber hair. Your bracelet made of broken bones. Lilacs tucked behind your ears. Loving ocean wash my dirty hands. Sea-bound woman swim to shore. I remember a time when we were caught in the snow, our winter jackets were left inside, and pines obscured the view to home so towards the sun we climbed. A seraph saw us from the sky and thought he needed you. Your beauty fit a sirens niche so to the sea you went. Loving ocean wash my dirty hands. Sea-bound woman swim to shore. I tried to hold onto you but heavenly hosts were pulling too. O’ I am just a man. Chagrinned you reached out for my coat, I watched you sink through murk and choke. O’ I am just a man. I see you in the autumn leaves, you drowning slow and shifting hues. I am just a man. Be the wind in my sails, the figurehead on my prow.