adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, October 05, 2016

Sympathetic Magic, a poem

Sympathetic Magic

I wrap your name in a poem
and bury it beneath a new moon.

Let both wax. Let them shine
brighter than every distant star

foolish lovers might wish upon.
In time, we shall be full.

Stephen Brooke ©2016

Written in my head while mowing the lawn this morning.

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