Her waters are the oceans that I drown in. 
Her waters are the pool of my baptism, saving me.

Her waters are turbulent raging waters.
Her waters are also Tilicho lake, pure serenity. 

Her water drips the drop that disturb the pool of my inner peace. 
One ripple that set off a lifetime of waves. 
Crest and troughs defined the rollercoaster of love that she had given me. 
But now I’m ready for the scary part of the drop where I start falling fast, steep and deep.
Knowing her waters will always break my fall i can only hope that they wouldn’t shatter me.

Her waters oxygenate my blood… flooding me with energy.

Her waters are the shower that cleanses my soul of depression.
Her waters carry the little glass bottle that is overflowing with God’s message.

The beauty in which her water falls is a blessing. 
This must be the water the angels in Heaven sip to get themselves some refreshment.
Her water is an ice cold sip on a Bermuda summer scaffolding day. 
Her water is the peace that I started to find at Black Bay.

like an old, seasoned sailor… the journey across her waters is defining me.

and my waters dance to the pull of her moon, happily caught up in her gravity.