On a grander scale,
I may believe
in things that are larger
than my sleeve,
but the world is small
and blue and green,
so I only transfix
on the things in between.
Perhaps I should wait
on a slower boat,
one that ascends
to a higher moat.
Only then will I truly
get to see,
all the things
that must be revealed to me.
I was dreaming this night
of a luminous light
Shadows cast afar
From this ghostly star.
I was caught in the glare
of the light made of green
and I began to resemble
the hideous sheen.
So I watched in horror
as the mood took a turn
and the light began
to break forth and burn
Thank God I escaped
and fell into this boat
It's the only thing
that seems to float.
July 19, 2009 - 1:48am - by Jennifer C. Warf
© 2009 Jennifer C. Warf
