I see a ribbon dancing
When I close my eyes
I wonder at its purpose;
Too soon the image dies

Might it thread through silken hair,
Or adorn an elegant frock?
Lace a dainty slipper,
Or flaunt a shiny rock?

Ah, I see it clear--
The purpose of this band
'tis meant to be a noose
To still this heart and hand.

we stand alone
on a black water beach
in the gray dusk
devoid of color

it calls to you
that violent sea
and my own dark tears
trickle into the drab sand

but you take my hand
and pull me in
to drown with you
in our secrets