Kathleen

Toes against the water's lip,
you stood there looking...

Then you strode to the meniseus,
lighter than the air.
Frail as reason, and released.
Slowly torn away.

Oh, farewell Kathleen.

Walking on the water.
God doles it out for free.
I believe you- I believe you
I believe in you.

Oh Frewell, Kathleen.
walking on the water.

I can touch you now, I think I'm ready.
Time has come: EXACT-Ly.
I can touch you now.
I can hear you cursing.
I will never let you go.