newly found friends
I’ve been looking forward to nightfall of late
the daily routine having taken its toll
on this otherwise creative mind
it’s as if I’ve been beckoned by a shaman
or bitten by some magical practitioner’s bug
either promising to fly me over fields of fertility
long held sacred through the end of time
in the dead of the night good-natured fairies
pull me from my deep dark slumber
casting before my eyes colors I’ve not known
while unfolding even further possibilities
may two thousand nineteen
copyright j matthew waters
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Ah! The promised land of creation… beautiful poetry 😍
Thanks so much, Mona!
😊😊