Take me to the river where secreted ink runs black,
Lead me there, immerse me, turn away, no coming back,
Submersed in currents teeming with letters flowing swift
As words still yet unformed. Cast me there, adrift.
Paper built for purpose absorbing chosen choice,
Silenced in the darkness deep, liquidity of voice.
Drown me in the vapours arising from that place,
A velveteen infusion where silent words still grace.
Delve where daring
Daunts all others,
Dive deeply, dark Lagoon.
Three-pronged attack, Trident’s way,
Tantamount to death.
Cleave to saving rocks around,
That leave bereft.
A placid status
On ocean’s surface seen.
Beneath the glassy sheen.
With fork transposed, inverted,
Waves toss vessels,
Where linked, resists,
Safely home to bay.
Video reading Dark Lagoon
Flimsy curtained bright,
Promises of hours ahead, being blessed and filled with light.
Silent occupation, intruding far-off sounds,
Words that flow on paper, as heart so faintly pounds.
Dedicated time, invocation to the host,
Prayerful meditation, no pride or senseless boast.
Solace in the silence; to God, a joyous toast,
Blessed be light, encroaching – filling heart, the most.
Minutes tick so slowly, while dawn ensures no harm.