She wove a ring of Magic
and wore it like a crown.
Dancing in the Moon light
when no one was a round.

She wove a ring of Magic,
a spell that no one knew.
She casts it over Mortals,
the ones she wants to woo.

Ego
has attached me
to this body
with an iron grip.

Fifty plus years
it has served me well.
My home here
on Earth.

Some times I
leave It.
Riding my Imagination
on other worldly quests.

One day
It will not be
waiting.
Who am I
then?

What would we weave
on that dreamy day trip?
Far away
from the messy *******
of this real world.

Would Love conquer all
in that vast fantasy land?
Would no toes
be stepped on there?
No broken hearts
left bleeding in our wake
up?

I throw my words to the compost heap
with the rinds of so many others.
The poetry that has been deciphered
til there is no surprise left.
I ***** them in to incubate
and fertilize the fields of my heart.
Then I shall glean them
to harvest the poems of my Soul.

They cross the country
with 500 horses under the hood.
Those turnpike cowboys
trailing trailers like a train.
They slouch behind the wheel
with a million miles under the belt.
They curse the casual driver,
drifting, darting daredevils,
who know not how to drive.
They stop to fuel up
at those truck stops along the way.
The super stops with Mickey D's
and showers,
lot lizards in the park.
Or the Mom and Pop's,
with biscuits and gravy buffet
and a honey wagon out back.
They run the roads
night and day.
Watching the constant concrete trail.
knowing all commerce could quit
if they did.

Let's dance!!
Let's put on our leopard skin pants.
Let's throw our hands in the air
and shake it like there is no tomorrow.
Let's dance!!
Who cares if others stare?
Let's dance!!

Come on you old Coot,
toss aside that walker.
Let's dance!!
Lean on me.
Cheek to cheek.
Chest to chest.
Thigh to thigh.
No need to speak.
Let your feet do all the talking,
and your hands...
Oooo-la-la!!
Let's dance!!