How deep?

Yesterday 
I will rise from the water, 
hear the sky-blue grasses, 
and float to the bottom. 
You'll be waiting there,
where the sun sets on Sodom 


My heart, made of lead...
or is it tin?
When you struck it,
it rang through the din
amidst sounds of war
and the kiss of the wind.


But winter will come when you melt in the spring
And all of the dappled koi fish will sing
And mourn
for you. 
with me.