10.24.22 Good Witch

I’d like to be a good witch

If magic were a choosing

And brew and bottle lovely things

To lend for life’s perusing

From gentle breeze to inkling

And wisest wish to whim

I’d sprinkle pleasant daydreams

Filling stardust to the brim

Then with whispered words of musing

I’d find ways to charm the day

And leave some room for Fate and Chance

To twirl and run and play

Then when the day’s bright mischief ends

When sun succumbs to stars

Before the dark could take its claim,

I’d catch sunbeams in jars

And whenever one felt lonely

or they hit a snag or glitch

I’d help and soothe, brew joy and hope

If I could be a witch

10.2.22 Your Company

Sometimes I think you found a secret passage way into my soul –

a back door

or an open window 

that no one else took the trouble to look for

or check on … 

to know for certain that there was a part of me

that wasn’t actually locked

or closed, so much as un-searched for. 

How did you know to do that?

To go there? 

To find me? 

How did you know those were the questions that needed asking?

Those were the silences I needed to stretch in, 

the pauses between conversations that gave me the space

I didn’t know I required,

to open up.

You surprise me.

Still.

And perhaps that is the grandest gift –

the key that you are to me … 

No matter how many words are said or unsaid,

no matter how many days and weeks and months

lapse between our conversations,

I am always still looking forward to “next.” 

Because I know there’s more of me to find with you,

beside your quiet heart

inside your busy mind

with or without reason or proof of anything 

apart from my liking myself more

for your company.