wish note

washing up across the path
I have seen the new cold
season and night
having the time of their lives
not only this time but every time
on top of the moon a star winks at you
testing the boundaries of your temptation
eventually ending, by running out of energy
notes of music redefining everything
overtones of a path to a completely different
tableau of existence
evicting the hate that was never invited in
November somehow has more charm than
October ever did, and that is really saying something
this ability to envision years of you
ended any doubt I could’ve tripped over

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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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