Simpatico

eye in the sky
why do you whimper
have you lost
your piece of sun
stir the tides
so we can feel
the movement of water
upon our feet and remember
that warmth doesn't always
come from flames
long are the nights
where you wrangle with
the corks of messages
in a bottle, so many
corks sealing little rivers
sit with me and tell of
stories from the days
of starlight and fires
by the lake, we will laugh
seeds, we can cry music
and i will embrace your
reflection