The Journal
mullings on magic, flashes of stories, & the occasional poem
And there are times I think
On poems written between karaoke songs.
February 5, 2023And there are times I think
I don’t need to write another word
It’s all been said
It’s all been read
It’s all held right here
In the palm of eternal beauty
And I think I’ll just stay
Basking
And being
And remembering
How beautiful it all was
And is
And when you call to me in the morning
Tell me that the coffee’s ready
I will smile
And thank you
And sip the beans
Brewed
Like the sun rising now
Through the mist—
A bright orange light spreads across the land
And I look at you
And I know
I’ve said enough.