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
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Springtime Leap
You’re leaving today
On an aeroplane sling shot
Aimed for the galaxy
Train ride through the countryside wasteland
Of forgotten dreams.
We all freeze
Here in the in-between of your comings and goings
I remember the last time you left
And all the changes that followed
Just like you said they would.
Seer? Wizard? Comical mystic?
I know not of your unearthly powers of observation
Your ability to deduce illusions for the smoke-and-mirror tricks that they really are
I often wonder what has you fooled
If anything.
You’re off
Into the great unknown
And I
I wish you joy.
