In the dark of night I remember you
How a metaphor of ink can shift in hue
All relative to where the facet lies
How observant are your lidded eyes?
Moonlight soothes your jagged edges
The path your wayward tread was led in
Brought you here to an empty page
Have you wisdom to give, you deviant sage?
Ears are open to words of your Truth
Shallow swimming in the ponds of youth
But still the seeds of epiphany swim
And I’ll surely get wet, if you let me in