I find my religion
in song and stars
not far from the dazzle
of dew drops at dawn
in chiseled red rock
set aglow by the sun
in the voice of the trees
that silence me
strokes of pastel
over indigo skies
moonlight shadows
that dance in my eyes
the strength of the spider web
in gale’s great force
and of course
it all feels magical
Paul is tending bar at dVerse Poets Pub today and he has us brewing up a little magic into our poems.
Want to read some enchanting poetry? Feel free to join in. Just wave your magic wand over this:
mishunderstood 