In the darkest watch, in the deepest of night.
When all is quiet, and there’s no longer light.
When shadows occur on other shadows of blacksmith
When light becomes a mere reflection of thought.

My thoughts had drifted to the sea of words
Where quiet echos in my mind occur.
The creaks and clicks of the house were gone.
No longer the echo of air I heard

I stood up high on a ship’s tall bow
Floating over the ocean I don’t know how.
It was the sea of the Bible presented differently
This nocturnal journey was something new.

The head of each word was a buoy hanging down.
The rest of the word was under the water
I wondered if fish lived down there
I mulled what meanings I’d find floating here

All the nouns were cued each with a breath
Verbs interspersed between them on the surface of the sea
As the breath of the nouns spread across the water
I saw it move and it began to show me it’s meanings.

Suddenly came a gurgling wave
And moved the ocean up and down
I saw words bobbing and jumping
The words were shown in a new light to me.

I was now supported by this sea of words
In a ship that God had made for me
It was organized from the deepest void
That I first did see.

In the beginning was the word in this deep sea
And the word of God had formed in me.
I look over its vastness deep as the wind did blow
I wander in the night watch around the ship’s bow.

I'm
A modern
Day
Senora
And a former
Day sora.

The earth stood still on the day you came into the world.
Adorned in a strawberry crown of silken strands, you delighted all who gazed upon you.
My heart swelled with joy and pride.
You grew, and my heart compressed under your rising weight.
Your footsteps, pitter patter.
My heart, splitter splatter.
Trodden and worn, my heart beats slowly.
All grown up, you dance across my heart with high heeled soles.
Punctured and broken, I cry.
Baby, slow down.
You're killing me.

1/3/2016

Clothing made of pure fibres.
Highly visible leather shoes.
Conduct attuned to corporate etiquette.
Words with care they choose.

If you'all are inspired by any.
Then you all should know.
Amongst the men holding ranks high.
Many have stooped very low.

Embrace the twinge of hurt

attached to the deeper pain

which must painstakingly be drawn to the surface

in order to be removed