A Glassful Of Tides, Love and Happiness

Tides;

Wavering between highs and lows,

Swelling and Subsiding

With moon smiling above.

I look at the river;

Moonlit and shining blue

Under the sky, stark and dark

Love;

Amorous and glacé

With powdered mirth and curvy smiles

A glassful of memories;

With teaspoon of humor,

A pinch of thoughtfulness and dash of swag

Happiness;

Like a swish tagged with desires,

How so whimsical, how so queer.

Can’t you just;

Not be a cloak-and-dagger,

Simply stick and flicker around.

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Magical Mystical Moods

The magic of life and moments;

Rants and laments.

The magic when heart skips a beat;

At mere sense of an unexpected feat.

That goblet of love and pint of tear;

Come together.  Always together.

Pain and ice, walk along for miles;

Break the ice with magic of smiles.

Oh so true! Says heart over mind;

Feel the magic when passion unwinds.

Dreams and smiles and all those sighs;

Coupled with gleam in those eyes.

When sleeping under the moonless sky,

Freckled with stars;

And, see the sun rise after waiting for hours.

The magic of being lost and found,

In and out; of sight and sound.

That place where sweet mixes with the salt;

And love happens over beer with extra malt.

The magic of music;

Captive and mystic.

That washing away of the snow;

With colors of spring.

Close thy eyes and feel the mystique,

Of magical moods, elfin but unique.

Magic it is;

Anywhere and everywhere around.

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