Delightful

He lingers on the edges

Of a universe askew

I am dancing in the courtyard

Garden fountain flowing

The music’s in the summer breeze

There are flowers in my hair

This dress is swishing softly

The grass bedecked with dew

There’s a tension to this moment

Each step, each turn, each beat

Will he step forward to the dance

Or back again with chilly feet

The moon is shining brightly

The dawn is soon to break

This dance is almost over

The pipes have all been played

My arms are tracing patterns

Against the starry morn

The spell is almost finished

Fate is almost cast

He lingers on the edges

Of a universe askew

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This Town is Haunted

Under a hot blue sky

Ruffled by breezes

The past overlaid the present

I could hear the chubby toddler laughter

Of an evening walk gone by

How many times we trod

Down this sidewalk as the sun lowered

But no

He’s grown and left

This echo of his early life

Reverberating in my heart

I drive passed the place of the fender bender

I stand in the parking lot of a previous job

From a previous time

Worked by a previous me

The brick is the same

The sign is unchanged

Am I late? I wonder

Bygones and bygones

I miss the turn to the old house

I wasn’t going there anyway

It’s too familiar and too far away

The dreams of this place span universes

Seven unique interpretations of this single nexus

On the curve of the road which binds them together

I am saturated with awareness

Anticipation

The wave is cresting

A hollow formed under the curve

Chaos is sure to follow

At the moment of submersion

Water will roil and rush the shore

The present rearranged to accommodate

Phantasms and other worlds

Watching where I step

When the boundaries thin

Where magic happens

But the ghosts pass on

Without saying good-bye

Without a wink and a nod

They fade and dissolve

I weave a new adventure

Over faded threads and bare spots

Working in and around the beautiful

Images which have kept their color

Preserved with love

This town is haunted

One more ghost returned now

Enchanted

What is the sound of love

Which weaves a spell profound

The ripples in a creekbed

The song of birds awing

What is the sound of patience

A cantrip of the unbound

The slowly growing tree

The tide rolling away from shore

What is the sound of friendship

When changing and unchanging

The laughter ringing louder

The hug when tears will spill

All of life resounding

With a magic pulsing power

Will you let yourself enchant

The weary and despondant

Will you be enchanted

By the beauty all around us

Don’t break the spell, love

Speak of wonders in tones of awe

Don’t break the spell, love

Listen to the heart

As it beats you back to life

Reaching

The path may be twisted

In directions unexpected

See the beauty in the bends

How the journey swiftly wends

Through forest and the vale

Making an interesting tale

For me I choose adventure

Off the path I would not censure

The call of mystery and magic

Not the antithesis of logic

Weave them both together

Every challenge will be weathered

Rational mind and spirit cleaved as one

On this sinuous road leading me home