inspirational poetry

this is the ship of pearl
out of the deep and the dark
sweet and strong
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
the body may confine
she knows a cheap release
the dawn was apple-green
i saw god. do you doubt it?
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
skies they were ashen and sober
and breaketh bread no more
no prey am i of poor thoughts
let us pity those who are better off than we are
when i was broke in london