A poem should be born a mystery,

It’s luminous shell encapsulating

The deep plea within.

A poem should be the dark side

Of the moon.

A poem should be a

Black swan.

She should glide over the countryside,

Wrapped in the cool embrace

Of night, casting shadows of doubt

In the moonlight.

A poem should leave just enough unsaid

To instill a subtle hum of wonder

In your mind.

A poem should be an irrefutable

Force of nature.

The sea’s waves should crash

Onto the jagged shore, raw power

Surging beneath the glassy surface.

A poem should be the moon’s gravity,

Beckoning the ocean to her.

A poem should be a whisper.

Breathe in, breathe out.

A poem should be motionless in time

As the moon climbs.