Drunk with a Notebook
have you ever looked at the stars
believing they were shining
only for you
listened to the secrets
the wind blows through the trees
telling you of the possibilities to come
ever see the colors of a rainbow
stealing across the sky
after a chilling storm
or experience the beauty
of running through a field
of wildflowers
it’s hard not to believe in magic
even though it is all around us
too many ignore the beauty
the love
that is just out of reach
but yet
right there for us
if we just take a chance
sometimes
just a little whiskey
burning your insides
like the warmth of a fire
on a cold gloomy day
is all that is needed
for remnants of your memory
to slowly fade into the night
allowing captivating thoughts
and your deepest desires
to flow through the ink
of your pen
etched onto my heart
for always
poetry is to the soul
what the first full breath is
to a newborn baby
breathing life into my soul
waking up
what has long been dormant
you never know when it will happen
it comes at just the right moment
whether you know it or not
even at 3am
drunk
with a notebook in hand
because magic doesn’t wear a watch
and poetry is
pure
magic