Enchantment of Our Making
Enchantment of our Making
Walked into the mist yesterday
climb the Tree of Knowledge today
found a hidden path behind
a river bank saw a stranger
pass by and disappeared.
Never realized that in just one
day strangeness appears from
nowhere into the present
watching magic come alive in
my super-self!
Woke up in a fog of yesterday's
mist wondered deeply into
my mind, what had happened
in just one day, and disappeared
as fast as it appeared.
Just a sound of an empty memory
capturing love's last embrace, a
the verse in a book of love, magic in
a land of tranquility, covered with
wisdom, the light of destiny, balancing
time out into perfection admiration.
A softness of what will happen each day
we find the impossible dream that never will be
a dream just what we believe will happen.
Love can perform miracles for us without
knowing it is coming from ourselves, our
faith in all we have, along with the greatest
power! LOVE!
Who needs more when we have already created
our enchantment through love?
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Copyright © Harriet Shea | Year Posted 2023
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