A Post a Day, Day #5

Another poem from back in high school. I'm a little tired tonight, so I'm not going to write a lot about this one. I remember it had something to do with people who blindly believe in things... or something. Anyway, night everyone~ Almost missed my post for today.

Oeuvre

In there I dip my pen:
two circles drawn in sand,
connecting to each other and filled with ink,
I arise, flicking the remnant scales
making my sword shine beneath its inky coat,
plunge it into my spouse
and bring light from that dripping black.
Around this well, moths gather in mass,
growing in search of lantern comfort,
seraph echos,
still
believing they exist within that swamp,
lost truths written by fossil astronomers
lost truth as the shadow waves came,
again and again until you no longer could see the twin fishes below.
There in the sand it will crawl out,
laying itself along the beaches of Ys
it will wait,
as fissures of light streak across the drying shadow
revealing the star it has always been:
to be seen by its seraph siblings.
listened to by these mindful ears.