MeMustGetLife

We live on opposite side of this impassable river
i send you over my letters as little paper boats
which sink before reaching you
yet you do not seem to mind, as you know
that they set sail
and yes, you, for me, can launch a thousand such ships
I know that, if you look deep enough
you could see the many constellations in my eyes
and you splash the water at me from so far away
i awate it's caress imagining it to be the moisture
flung from your dew-soaked hair
and hope that it reaches my eyes so that it may
hide moisture that came from more indigeous origins
whisper your secrets into the meandering waves at your end
they echo amongst the rivulets leaving my hands
like liquid silver bells; the sound of solace
you do not realize the great power you hold
in your intense fragility
as every day, the river washes a bit of the bank away
yet you hold me in the same place
ever closer to the edge