The calm sea, like your soul…
The rough sea, like my silence…

What do you keep? What do you miss?
What are you silent about? What do you love?
What do you doubt? What do you fudge?

There are no lies, in front of you…
no traps or baits…
no lies or entanglements…
only angry waves that beat entrails…

I miss you, and fear you,
because you know my feelings…
and you speak to me in silence,
with pirate whispers of connivance…

So necessary, but so uncertain…
you hit my heart…
thirsty drum…
so alive…so dead…
you, silent sea…
sneaky dread.