Dark And Deep Poem by John Stetson

Tiptoe through the darkness round the lip of lexicon
Peer into the mouth of what awaits the hear and gone
Careful! One misstep can send you tumbling down
Grab it by the throat, lest your message come unbound

Wrestling with the spirit, is it angel is it muse?
Or ghost upon the parapet? It's up to you to choose
Choices come in bunches, but wise ones not so much
And eloquence no guarantee to come through in the clutch

For beauty's eye is keen, it watches through the night
A single erring step, can dim the brightest light
A shade of blackness guaranteed to put the soul to sleep
The words alluring, fleeting, fading... lovely, dark and deep
Full of promises the words are lovely, dark and deep