A Lament For Brief Words Poem by Seshat Nibada

Sketch for me the seas
And Skies, to which I belong
Although they are
only breath, my words
Stand in grace, immortalized

I who witnessed Earth
Like a baby in the depths
My life as a Sapphoic dream
Time one set to haunt me
O’ these timid gifts that barley

Saw the light of day, a brief
Kerchief of love, from shadow
To warm my plate of futurity
To smite my breast for greater possibility
Sketch me the face of one Beloved

To which I can say ‘wife’ and agree
Although they are
only breath, my words
My riches and poverty, the same
They are what I own most, and always.