Vanishing Tide - Omar Rodríguez-López

[She's pale

Lose her]?

Her love for me

She picks me up

On her shoulder

And then she hangs me in the dark

No sun

It’s bleek

This skin has turned through yellow

You let me go slow

Teach me to float

On the river

In the ash

I’ve been

A fool

The sights of my mind

When you’re calling too far away

I belong too

Nothing

Not a word from my wrist

A soft melody

Will learn to quench sleep

Forcing me

To call home

Sometimes she looks asleep

When in fact her eyes are always wide open

Now the angel seems to be

When the sun resides the memories grow colder

Vanishing tides return to bother

She learns to let go

Breaks at the rash

Left in our [dents

Plee]?