hush

 
glee lulls my thoughts
brittle dawn falls on my mind
melancholy is awake
she stirs inside me
turning on the lights

it's too early for her
but she brews some tea
smiles at me tentatively and says aye love
it is what it is

there is nothing much to do but ride the wave of blue
center yourself and read your feelings
I feel unsure
my mind not my own

I am a beacon the spirits are restless
they collect at my door
my soul perfectly scribed with poetry music
no one will enter unless they know the code
my inner sanctum pure

hate evicted quickly lest she come
my soul too seeks what it desires
my eyes reach for what it needs
in my heart I seek honor

will I find her in time?

she is deep in my recesses
my ever evading shape shifting mermaid
she is a siren singing from deep within

rise woman and guide
lure me to a calm inlet
lest I crash upon the shore