Sure

When I was gasping, drowning,

You were a buoy to me.

When I was falling like the tide,

You lapped peacefully.

After, I’d look out for you;

Lighthouse from afar,

But you didn’t shine for me alone,

Siren that you are.

Still, I drew close to your crest,

I liked the glare, I liked the heat.

I was glinting, I was gold,

Malleable, bent, beat.

I don’t believe you realised,

The swell you caused, the dearth.

But now I know to grip the land,

To hold hugging, mantel, earth.