Lights of Love

A shattered horizon

Laid before me

In pieces of green

Latern light scattered 

In a broken line

 

Above

The sleeping eye of 

The moon hung lidded

But alive

 

And out of the dark

A voice said those green

Studs beaming mystery

Across our bow

Are ships

Made for squid

 

They were predators

With stomachs thousands of miles

Away

 but hungry for dozens

And waiting

Like angler fish of the open air

The great hunters

Used beauty to attract

Emerald fatale

 

I saw too the quieter lights above me

With no agenda

None other than to

Whisper us secrets from 

the godhead

When it isnt looking

 

And I wondered what other

Beautiful predators

Lay patiently amongst

The dim furniture of my life

 

Amidst the wind and wave

What painful death beacons

From above

Stirs me from my slumber

Promising the posterity

Of day

 

What horror await the

Million hopeful hearts streaming

Up at dead midnight

To a false morning

 

I understand the squid

For i am drawn to my beautiful death

Even while

I know the jaws that might devour me

 

They might call me tonight