I feel the clay beneath my fingers; 
     looking around at the gazing strangers.

   Her heart woven from the threads of fine fabrics.

       I cry my tears, 
                 They descend 
                          Splashing down,
                            rippling the waters, 
                               Creating mirrors from my mind 

                          Her face in time. 

                 Reaching down, I want her again; 
			              to this aquatic world her frail 
                                      body lost its oxygen, 
									       And found no release.. 

                                My delicate love joined the deceased..

                She left that one warm summer's night,
                       Not a fear nor a care .
                         she was encompassed with joy and delight. 
                      If it was only for a moment, a glimmer in time.. 

                        Now you know the story; 
                               Tell no one my crime.