A Lovely Thought

Here I am at my desk: dawn
Is slanting through the window
It is a brisk inviting day
I am feeling eloquent

On a sudden shift of the April air
I leave to let ride my poem —
And she is off! across the blue
Into the horizon

An editor picks up from the
Footpath somewhere a
Weathered slip of parchment and
Hankers after the name

But that counts for nothing
Until a reader consumes each line
Like ribbon under spool
Replaying to their lover that night

Behind them the sky hears those words
Whispers to the playful stars
That when looking up
You see relentless in their shine

2 comments

  1. Beautiful words.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you, Nico, so much.

      Liked by 1 person

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