At the Water

I don't explain the world to you

and I don't explain how women are

what you want to see

you got to look for yourself by far.

I don't wake you, I don't ask you

I don't wear your skin

and for the silence in your tent

my heart beats with a wide grin.

       I am at the water

       and if you want to be with me

       then bring your boat down to the sand

       and for the storm and night

       you got my hand.

Slumber seldom comes to me

Slumber seldom comes to me

I swim below the yellow sea

When tossing and turning

Drowns me with yearning

Each drop of liquid pure

Mixing emotions de jure

Amongst the fears of life

Piercing heart s of strife

And deeper in a glass cage

Pushed by thundering rage

Neptune on the sand of white

To the sky of glorious height

Trident in the fist at right

Water elements with fright

Solitude of Pisces’ dream

I awake and scream.