no wonder I doubt
the night sky’s sparkle and depth
for he is fleeting
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 14
Original Thought Credit: “You should know a man seven years before you stir his fire.”
— Charles Dibdin, 1803

no wonder I doubt
the night sky’s sparkle and depth
for he is fleeting
Photo Credit: Tiger R., age 14
Original Thought Credit: “You should know a man seven years before you stir his fire.”
— Charles Dibdin, 1803

One fluid motion this life
She comes deeper downScene; The wet silence
They cause to become ominous
When you wish a mere escape
Can we not look away
What more do we want
How much don't they think we can take
They battle it, but
I challenge their small thinking
In my cello’s voice
I was the one with saddened eyes
Through no fault but mine own
I faced the world with broken smile
Surrounded yet alone
And then I fell into your light
And then I saw your voice
Though all the shallow prodded me
Your depth received my choice
A deep taste
A long listen
A true breath
Today
I speak for mermaids
Who tend to the deep and still
Suffer the shallow