An Annointed Song

my throat was so dry I couldn't swallow
when you pressed a cold glass
of colder water to my cracked lips
you played solemn songs on the ivory keys of my rib cage
while I drank and drank
the water spilled down my chin and
annointed your head
you coninued to play
sang into the hollow of my navel
the echo was your harmony
and you were my cold water
and there was no storm on the horizon
only golden blades in shoulders
and green waves in fields
this doesn't have a tragic ending
your words were hope
and your fingers belonged
holding my keys
when hot salty tears
mixed with cold fresh water
swallows sang their song
flowers did their blooming
it's hard to imagine an ending not tragic
a dream with no waking
and a touch with good intentions
but cold water spilled
and annointed your your song
blades were not sharp
only fitly set in gold
arms spanned the heavens
and bare feet left the grass
an annointed song
and a final hallelujah