I followed the river of red to its source
Walking along Her blades edge
Each step cut deeper – deeper
Leaving a crimson glow
Where I went I went alone
It was my choice
Step by step

I sat on the sand bar staring at a reflection
Rippling and distorted cold alone
It was too familiar – too deep
Carried away by currents
Sweet and soft
It drifts away
Like me

I plunged in head long not knowing what to find
Sinking silently into depths of red stillness
Settling into the sands embrace
Crustaceans abound
I lay here – hidden
Secure safe

Waiting with closed eyes praying for the flow to stop
For the blackness – cold
For evaporation
For dry sand

Om maya