Matthew Hughes
12-13-12
I was a poet and a diver,
When I was still alive.
Barbara Jagger, my love, drowned in the lake
swallowed by shadows;
she came back with darkness in her eyes
to try to get me too.
So I wrote more stories, hoping to rid of her
But in the process I sent us both to the dark place under the lake.
Now from the grave I guide with my light,
so others do not fall into the trap I did.
My services are needed for the writer
Who also, lost his muse.
He fights the darkness with a light and gun
I guide him by dropping pages that tell the future
Hoping he listens to their advice.
I have appeared to others before
Like the musician brothers
Who wrote the songs.
In my diving suit, helmet full of light,
There is no doubt
To its ports I've been.
Do you understand?
To its ports I've been.