worth the words

drowning in shallow water
it happens
sometimes, we’re just
the field of daisies, not the rose
bound tight in red velvet – thorns in
sometimes, we’re just
the length of soft white sacrifice
closing eyes and accepting the craving
the blame
the fever
we are a modern disaster
full of hopes and ever-afters
waiting for the golden blur – the interlude
buying into the dream
and I’m still deciding
if this was worth the words

M.

 

Magic

I let go a breath of hot air on your fall-scaped window and wrote my name with my index finger. Now, when it gets colder and frost graces the panes, you’ll see that I’m still here. And I hope, I can only hope, that it will make you smile.

M.

A’bra ca dab’ra

To a writer words mean everything, so choose your words wisely.
I’m trying to build this kingdom,
“I create what I speak.”

The moon cradles her children,
They float in her light, asleep by her feet –
A’bra ca dab’ra.

From this ground where I stand the world never looked more beautiful.
Divine design –
A’bra ca dab’ra.

You may never know what makes me tick…
But I’ll be here ticking anyway.
A’bra ca dab’ra.

I’ll hide my heart on the highest shelf,
And that’s alright for now –
A’bra ca dab’ra.

M.