Song of the Water Spirit

Not the raging sea or a turbid heart-
 
I give you a shimmering river
where reeds ooze bells of rain, 
their crystals promise light,
heal your hands carrying years 
of yearning and offerings.

The moon, wrapped in a shroud,
has her reflections 
shiver with grief, when I plant shadows
and fill the baskets with silvery fish,
as the pebbles groan in a vale of tears.

I lend you starlight
to reach the ocean, build
a lighthouse from oyster shells 
out of the integrity of water 
to fathom the ebbing and flowing sea.
 
For death is a strange world,
that enchants the young
with its hidden door.
Bells of the dead are ringing 
vibrate in your blood, drown your dreams –

Listen how the tears rain down
onto a twilight world.
I let you sink to the bottom, 
bear the burden with all human beings,
infuse new life, and open the door for you

to enter night, stars, moon …