Meridian and Porcelain-Me

in my night wanderings

you spoke about drearies past

and i listened

for the first time

unhindered by my own whimpering interruptions.

you looked at me with your grey-blue eyes,

seas of old and terrifying years reflected there,

and with a glitch in your voice you give:

"it isn't that they're nothings, it isn't that you haven't held,

it's more that you have come this far out, that you're not lost out there,

drowning."

your head turns, eyes follow the tide,

i know that somewhere in there, you're breaking too

but somehow you don't scatter.

i want to learn this too.

you take my hand, and this time,

this time

i'll brave the cold seas,

i'll learn to sail.