An Ode

Please see me, in this black water where I hide

Because I’m still composing HER

My awkward invention

To lay out a nocturnal prose

That I can carry in flight

Like a jar of light when reality’s winds are harsh

Like a balm I rub on my psyche whenever I feel like I’ll only live for a day

Like a sacred oil I’ll anoint my soul

Once it’s time to sink in the horizon

The essence of me would still thank you

      even when I am no more.

Because once, you blessed me from the black waters

An Ode that I’ll write,

     Yes, “I lived that life before.”