~Once I prayed to become a mother-ship...

Tiny, inviolate spark
Born in the eye of god
Before eternity started revolving

I would be your harbor
For the long months of winter
My docks are bereft of boat

Lonely and long are the nights
Fain would I feel your nudging
Happily lay awake for your prancing

My resume is in my breath
Desire beats in my breast
Fill the void, start the voyage.