A Steady Wind Is All the Magic I Need
I do not drink from the same cup
that got me drunk with infatuation
with those who didn’t yearn for me
the way I did for them.
Sans the drink I could see
the sky is blue and plain
but no less beautiful
than when it sparkled with my
imagination.
I see daylight as my window
to fulfill the day’s orders.
Yet no less meaningful
than when it was spent daydreaming
of futures (with lovers)
that existed only in my head.
I drink instead from a spring,
clear and cool
and still as a fair day
filled with uneventful hours. … Read the full post
