Poems from cherlyne

Tonight, I wish to become a well of words back-bending into the moon. Afloat that distant sea, shines a light I do not mind to be infinite...
  Yellow sun, water 
down 
light 
upon me. 
I 
want to
 swim 
and 
backbend 
in the 
morning. It is this light that dries wasted seas with...