Between us seven hours, and I fall asleep
When you wake up across the ocean and my eyes
Are headlong fish to cut through darkness with my fins --
To reach your running light, outstrip my night.
Between us is the salt dissolved in lonely days,
The desperate assault of raging wind, the fault
Of wavering alone, so long and longing waves --
The seven, seven, seven hours at the shore.
When I wake up, I know that I am late -- my eyes
Are rushing birds to break through slowing light with wings --
To overtake my fish, still moving in the dark,
To reach your eyes which run around the clock to me.