A Sailor's Dreadful FootstepsThe quiet whisperings of a sailor echo through the conch in the hands of a child telling him to stay a lighthouse for his fatherA Sailor's Dreadful Footsteps
He needed the boy as a beacon of purpose He needed the father as an anchor of comfort
The pavement was cold on his feet, promising slippery foothold as soggy toes treaded upon the cracks and shifted weight on its gravel
Physically, the boy was warm when he was inside the house wrapped in blankets of his fathers letters, en-armored in foreign presents But to be warm emotionally, the boy needed a cold pier conjuring up an imaginary
Spooked By A White MoonYou're the kind of woman who would get spooked by a white moon.Spooked By A White Moon
Butterflies at night would terrify you, and bats screaming "save me" would cripple your tendencies.
You might be wary of the light from a street lamp, but you'd give a knowing smile to any
ornithological pedestrian.
Fires beyond your control would tremble at your footsteps, and you would free yourself from the chase of the Gingerbread Man.
Claws will frighten you, sidewalks will astound you. Blue sand would empower you
but the white moon still spooks you.
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I laugh. I was preaching, "I fear no evil" When I was young so pitifully young
Are you imagining a scarier world than what exists? Boy, nothing's scarier than imagination, and nothing's more beautiful Why are you treating your vulnerability like a friend?
Why are you calm in the face of your only strength?
When I knew little so dangerously little My analogies and adages
of what you should fear, of what will make you lonely I treated them like options! So why was I smili
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