Afternoon Shade

I crave the kind of quiet
Lullaby that soothes the moon,
Or the overwhelming swallow
Of a mermaid’s head
Beneath limestone waters,
Blue-green diamonds.

I want to be still
As a buried time capsule,
A mixed bag of
Idiosyncrasies,
Or like an abandoned church
On a hill surrounded by
Deep wild gardens
And animals without names.

The only way to still the chaos
Is to press the ghost of a spyglass
Up to my heart.
Let it search my treasuremap-arteries
For forgotten technologies
That only souls can interpret.