Forfeit

On the slender ledge we tread,
amid a plunge;
Thou pranced about recklessly, dwindling now and then,
I had to take the fall to be thy alarm
so you could cross the ebb, impervious.

Oft when you could witness the grandeur,
thou built a wall,
And then I fell, fell to my knees
for thee, to grow tall on my shoulders
and see beyond the fortress of thy ignorance.

A blossom in thy porch,
tender and frail,
so much for the indifference and oblivion;
athirst, I drank through my veins till I was parched.
Defunct I hung, for the blooms of our garden
so thou would water them day after day.

The dust that I once would never touch,
striding on the carpets,
or hovering inches above, in my glee;
Amidst this dust my ashes now admix,
In my lands, now I walk Bare-feet.

The Bare-feet's accomplice

I walk languidly,
a crowd alongside me,
Together we fall, and slowly we stand.

This crowd uncanny
endows loyalty,
A home like none other, it's family.

They babble loudly round the clock
Block the sounds of my meta-present surroundings.

They see what I see, through my eyes
so they see just how I see
when the world sees neither, my crowd and what I see.

My crowd is all that I am,
what I know or what I wish becomes a part of it;
Its what I hold on to, its what I can't let go.

My crowd is in my head, my crowd is my shadow.
In light, it changes when I change;
In the dark, it swells all around me.

My crowd is all that's real to me
It is imperishable.

I thread Water into drops.
I sieve Water into thoughts.

I palm Water in Kohl.
I cleave Water in smudges.

I seek the lair of Water;
Day, the day after.

I am the Water Witch.