Stephen Fuller/Pointed Home
The ocean runs like liquid jade
Poured between fingers, pure and clean
Empty like I wish to be long enough
To settle between ears that heard too much.
God poured his glass of water here
So that I could see the bottom
A reminder of spots that can be touched
But many more that remain to dive for.
Should I take a break from these poems –
Lyrics to songs I sing alone –
Try to dance to a song everyone knows?
Not to give the night to conformity
Just to break the darkness
With a light from wax,
Words melted with a flame,
A spark that smells familiar, if foul.
Did the child wonder,
That darkness would not scare him?
Did the chid wonder
What darkness would inspire?
Image: Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky