To the boy who isn’t welcome:

We talked about a future
We talked about a plan
We talked about how you could be my man

We talked from month to month
Week to week
Day to day

We talked for hours on end
And then you stopped
I was filled with worry
Regret
Frustration
And anger
Finally all I felt was pathetic

I never got a text first
I never got a call
I never got an apology
Now thinking about it
I never got anything at all

I felt accomplished when you did text me back

Goodbye to all the feelings
Goodbye to all the plans
Goodbye to all the “mornings”
Goodbye, goodbye forever
I never needed you
And you're never welcomed back

Is the moon tired? she looks so pale
Within her misty veil:
She scales the sky from east to west,
And takes no rest.

Before the coming of the night
The moon shows papery white;
Before the dawning of the day
She fades away.

breezy bliss
I sit and sip,
intensitea to the subtle
coo of bird calls
and soft kitten feet
across wood floors--

the rain plays gently
with the flower buds,
caressing their petals
and kissing their stems
in earnest,
the breeze whisks the
rain away and the clouds
cover the sky in grey magic--

the true nature of calm
settles upon the earth
and Mother Earth smiles

this is a casual magick Saturday--

-LNM