Tie a knot
deep in me
Where no one knows
what no one sees
Spindle axis
line set true
Hold my heart
and pull me through
Silken staircase
mystery
Woven worlds
and words indeed
Draw the lightning
from the earth
Strike the morning
with second birth
Layers round
the circle spread
like the memory
in my head
Here we paint
our picture dark
until the vision
creates the spark
Then shall I know
this undertow
is more than a current
letting go
And I will hear
the ocean swell
and break the bonds
of this cell
YOU ARE READING
The Nautilus
PoetryWe are so dark in the heart of this night and it never stops and it never starts. I find myself a mystery and I see nothing that surrounds me that I endeavor to know more than the universe inside myself. Michael J Tyger, poet and novelist...
