Post by AquarianM on May 14, 2006 at 10:32pm
Soft Magic...
Soft magic glows in late night hours,
An amber streetlight just visible through a quiet fog,
A gentle wish for an alternate universe,
One that you wake up to in sunshine headlines,
Something like a spotless mind but it's in your heart.
A vibration ruffles the feathers of the midnight hour,
Twilight betwixt drowse and dream,
A strange dance in a hushed driveway as the neighbors sleep,
Harmless but jubilant as if nothing could ever go wrong,
Simple symbols of good things to come,
Subtle electric tingle with a coffee taste.
It's after the hour of Noni's pasta from memory,
Where you walked the stove watch with her ghost whispering to you,
"Not another minute unstirred honey bello,"
A dream like that where everything came from Italia,
Danced onto your plates like a time warp,
Luscious and fluffy like fresh-grated parmesan cheese.
You dream and in the morning the heart of the world finally changes,
At last - full of love and blessings.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 05/15/2006
Soft magic glows in late night hours,
An amber streetlight just visible through a quiet fog,
A gentle wish for an alternate universe,
One that you wake up to in sunshine headlines,
Something like a spotless mind but it's in your heart.
A vibration ruffles the feathers of the midnight hour,
Twilight betwixt drowse and dream,
A strange dance in a hushed driveway as the neighbors sleep,
Harmless but jubilant as if nothing could ever go wrong,
Simple symbols of good things to come,
Subtle electric tingle with a coffee taste.
It's after the hour of Noni's pasta from memory,
Where you walked the stove watch with her ghost whispering to you,
"Not another minute unstirred honey bello,"
A dream like that where everything came from Italia,
Danced onto your plates like a time warp,
Luscious and fluffy like fresh-grated parmesan cheese.
You dream and in the morning the heart of the world finally changes,
At last - full of love and blessings.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 05/15/2006