Magic

A little blue book of Magic
Is what you need and if you heed
You too can escape the tragic
Morasses of meaninglessness

Although you might find me quite queer
Come to my home and visit me
Though I might never have been here
You are most welcome you will see

There is nothing to fear unless
You dislike eccentricity
A gentle madness to be sure
Here in the realm of fantasy

Yet one for which there is no cure
For no one has ever gone back
Once they have broken free to be
And why should they? Nothing we lack

Nothing we lose we only choose
For our choices are limitless
No rushing no unseemly haste
We never hurry never stress

No moment ever goes to waste
Please come at least to have some tea
I think you will like what you see
Please come at least and have a taste

Admission costs just $13.41
And thus a great adventure is begun

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+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMV

Cheaper than Disney World, yet more excitment I imagine.

you have an amazing sense of melancholy that I pick up in everything I read...I must read more, thank you for sharing..

misty..

Wow, you've got me figured out, Misty; you're right about the melancholy. It's just... there, somehow.

Please forgive me for not being a better moderator! I absolutely suck as a mod. I've been going through a lot of bad stuff getting over the "Silke" thing, and have spent the past few weeks depressed. And then, when I am capable of doing anything at all, I'm always writing something of my own. But I'm trying to read all these beautiful postings and reply to them now. I'm climbing out of my hole, if only an inch at a time.

Respect and solidarity to you, my friend and fellow poet.

Love,

+Stevie