Nimueh

In darkening estuary,

she would anchor their love beneath the ice

to the depths,

where seahorses clash with winter swords.

But when spring thaws

she will part the tides to sail

with him to shadowless tomorrow.

Where, placing the sun into The Cup

she will dance as a mist on the lake,

as he, dizzy,

is pulled to the watershed.

And should the future stand in her way,

and the frost return,

she will carry him as a grain of sand

from an hourglass,

measuring her comings and goings.