I saw you on the water.
My foot sank beneath it.
Don't come to me without asking;
don't go where I can't follow.
because my home is wherever you are.
The skyline is uneven,
the waves lap at your shore.
The weather has moods like I do.
The ground stirs deep inside
the grass is springy beneath my feet.
and my still snowy nights.
Your wind greets me.
Stars are the same.
The ground spits fire,
fit for neither Finn nor beast
but you can walk here freely.
their souvenirs of the old age.
I pick up these fragile things
surprised they don't crumble in my hands.
exhausted, wrapped in your blanket.
We closed our eyes together
and I saw you on the water.
my starry skies
my dark forest
my snow settling on black pine boughs.
and reach for the gun that is not there.
In the warm moonlight I rest here
and listen to you breathing.
and parcels and packages.
You scribble the answers in my tongue
and answer for both of us.
as your bright eyes
is the sight of rare sunlight
on your copper hair.
your sea isn't my thousand lakes
but our sky is the same sky.
We share the moon between us.
greet the sheep in our fold,
the ground under our feet.
I walk by your side, let you do the talking.
this space is mine, yours, ours.
Where you go, I go beside you.
I don't have to chase your footprints.