#writersandpoets

crystals cleansed
under the light of a full moon

mindset magicked
by the strike of night’s noon

silence drops
across your view:

go into your day,
refreshed, anew

on days i don’t imagine much

i try to manage to imagine paradise

and that’s enough

to make my own magic

this world moves so fast

but it’s the little things that last

forget the complications;

we’ll regret our reservations

come on over, love

let’s try

i used to think happiness was found at the peak of a mountain, something I’d only achieve after a lifelong, arduous climb. but when i stopped to catch my breath, that was the moment i found the creek. and i realized happiness was found in the pebbles, each step i took over the water. it wasn’t atop a castle so far away as to be unreachable, unimaginable; it was right where i stood, beneath my feet.

who struck a match on my heart?

it’s on fire

well, let the rain do their part

and drown it out.

but there’s a weight to my feet,

i’m sinking into the mire

you said you won’t ever leave,

i didn’t think it meant this.