1Accidental water child of mine and Aquarius,
Left drifting through reeds and under stars.
In memories of you Monet and Bausch blur.
Sweet sleeping one, left ebbing on the tides.
Times you rise, times you fall, rushes of salt.
All the pearls I have given you, lost again.
Sudden silver shoales will sway you away
Still so impressed by flashes of sun on wave tips?
Now where are you taken my water baby?
Off to a poster paint sunset, distant horizon?
It is tongue twisting, tear staining for me to know,
That you sell Your-self on the sea shore