"Poetry and hums aren't things which you get, they're things which get you. All you can do is go where they can find you" – A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Be careful of her
that guides your soul to the rocks.
The danger is what you came for, I know,
but her heart is as dark as the night time sea.
Her imperfections arise in the flecks in her eyes,
Islands of sadness they maroon storm-worn souls
sold into service – faithful as sea-dogs.
she is poised to collect what little you have.
her beauty, I know, you cannot unsee
If I could only be that mast,
that you’d tie yourself to me.
Softly she sings to steady your heart
but you’ve already drowned in the excess of her art.