You stand by the edge of the water, it mimics the answers you seek
Only fingers beneath the glass surface lurk the things that inhabit the creek
So you wade in just up to your kneecap praying warmth shares her blanket of wet
but your skin tingles white in the moonlight as you lay deeper just to forget
So the stream washes gone all the tear stains and the sand scrubs away all the sins
and your gills flutter pink with the current as you wiggle to test your new fins.