closest thing to magic
Amidst the solitude found between brick wall across brick wall
Scattered be the vibrance of flower reflecting radiance of morning sun
Echoes of enthusiastic bird
compliment sweet sensations found between the sip of coffee
and written word of T.S. Eliot
I am lifted
gently
by a soft breeze
signaling the soon to be arrival of anticipated winters
I’ve come to believe in miracles
for it merely be love in disguise
I’ve come to believe in love —
the existence of
power of
and that giving
is just as crucial as receiving —
love
I’ve come to believe that some things
not every
truly must happen for a reason
Perhaps for a moment of growth
or simply for the reason of two lost souls
needing another in a world lacking
passionate love
In between hummingbird and bee
Butterfly and gently fallen leaves
I’ve come to believe in miracles
constantly
and softly
breezing by
Perhaps love
will always be enough
originally posted Sep 14, 2022
