SAILBOAT ON THE SEA

DEDICATION TO HELENE LEVASSEUR 

B.C is echoing

against the hull of your boat.

It’s a paradigm

commencing foreword in a wake

making you take notice

that your cargo is wanted on it shores.

We are tiny objects

behind the stages curtains

alabaster shells as time progresses

administering

our own wins or defeat

forever encapsulated

by the things that we say.

B.C wants

to be your first conduit

allowing

its electric current to light up your life

sharing your gift of words

with the heads

and minds of other spheres.

I may be lost to these ears

as I float

endlessly on a sea of fathoms

looking for

the right time to become winded

moving towards my destiny.

B.C has

verbalized these transitions

for steps to walk

are vibrantly sewn by Helene

the matriarch of words.

If for the envelope of understanding

you are

mesmerized but not fully engaging, less

these devices we make for the Spirit

I shall wrap

my arms around you in friendship

supporting poets lost as I.

B.C is

the first sign that I have waited for

to know

that my words could be celebrated by ears

that have a thirst for the Open Air.

If for me you read this work

my vessel

shall be pointed your way one day

and all the majesty of the wind

that bore its way

to you will manifest as a fire

embraced

by the heart of my words.

I am Graced by your passions

and the

good arrogance of your selections

bringing forth these fires …

This wind

is a mighty wind, as God blows

its sediments into your hearts mind.

B.C- one day

I will speak directly into your ears

for as

Neptune comes from the Sea

the horizon

will bleed into focus my boat

steering my way to your Soul.

Poets we are

and Poets we will die … Helene.