With Painted Words

From Below

In spring when first water

warms I from below

watch your legs as

you cast a line to find not me.

I can almost touch

a toe is miles away.

I want so much to hold you,

breathe blue sky.

When love goes wrong,

all that is dear is gone

only on this day when

ice and water coexist can I be with you

even if we never touch,as the sun warmth fades,

I merge into the dark blue below.