Silk water, black by the dim moon,
Tinkling between our eager fingers,
Like crystals singing in the wind,
Chiming giggles and splashes of youth.
Phosphorescence shimmered on contact,
Illuminating our gentle lapping,
Like stars descended, stealing in secret,
To swim in our innocence.
And all we were was always all;
All we are, all we will be.
Every breath stretching back to birth,
And on into eternity, and our breath
All mingled together.