She sings to me, this velvet sea

—with a voice like the night.

Her eyes are as stars reflected upon water:

dark, small pricks within black ponds;

wavering, white.

And her hands! Goddess hands:

steadying the world

balanced upon her knee.

Turn your bright eye-wells upward

and listen for her singing, song

…skysong.

For it will fall down to us

—in the rain: so warm.

Her soft touch is in the droplets

that hug themselves to us.

Our skin.

We will lose herself in her blue embrace.