the world is dusted in magic
our magic
lightly frosted on pine
needles and naked branches
heated breath on
icicle covered windows
Our very own winter wonderland
I drove in darkness
illuminated
by the February moon
reaching out her long silvery fingers
to dust the road with sparkling flakes
Inner thoughts pulsating heavy
deep questions and answers yet to come
In that silence of that drive
the future lay stretched out into forever
All ours
so pure in the distance
as we approached
and passed
became marred and charred by our words and our actions
We continue on
In the rearview
I see
sprouts of green
pushing through
where our footsteps had been
Magic
Tag Archives: Fate
Phoenix Quest
Slipping under somewhere deep
Keeping secrets safe and whole
The toll a riddle untold doth reap
Sleeping dormant then suddenly sold
Boldly sprung forth, now, no way back
Packing bags for yet another flight
Right a passenger on the wrong track
Lacking insight for the long, cold night.
Tumbling ’round in the frigid air
Staring wildly longing still
For solace, comfort, a chance to bare
All ill-wills and things unclear
Caring enough to see daybreak through
New shovels to uncover the corpse of Fate
Waiting for dawn to show who few
Have courage, soul, and the Phoenix trait.
