©Sally JoBeth Sexton

May 19, 2015



   I am floating

Until I let the waves

                Roll me.

In the lull of ripples,

   I let the water

                Hold me.

Covering my ears, I hear

                The surreal sounds

Of the life within the deep.


The sounds taste so like those

                I feel when I am

                   Buried by sleep.


Rocking, as within a lover’s arms,

                Eyes closed against

                     What I might see,

Choosing instead to rely

        On images just

                Beneath Reality.

Whispers unknown to my ears

                And hiding from

                The tick of time.

A breath of the Song

                does quicken

                      within my blood.

The fingers of my


                    dig deep into the

                Soil of the mists

For this is where the

                Roots of light and

                darkness are born.

And tranquilly float on

                The ebb and flow

                     of thought and dreams.

I haven’t written any poetry for a very long time. I am fortunate to be in a place in my life where I can stop and write what I feel when the muse speaks to me. I don’t have to worry about someone looking over my shoulder and my job isn’t in jeopardy if I need to pick up a pen and paper to scribble a few lines before they vanish from my mind.

Yes, I am very fortunate.

I don’t know if this is a good poem or a bad one. I am sure there will be those out there who will like it and those that will not. But, it doesn’t really matter. It was from my heart.

If you have something to say about it, feel free, no matter what it is. I value all kinds of feedback and comments.

And, in advance, I would like to say, ‘Thank you’ to those of you who glance at this page.