Sandbox: Act of Will part 2

II: My Wayward Muse

A Certain Music

Sweet smell of Magnolia in the air as I walk by an old church.

Under a canopy of Spanish moss.

My memories like the leaves around me rustle through my thoughts tonight.

I stroll with good cheer in this balmy autumn night.

At peace at last at peace with the past.

Let's take it down to a new level take it down to sea level.

I walk through smoke and fog following a certain music.

2018

Wave

We met on some shimmering June, then things got very dark.

We killed our love, almost killed the moon, but here's three hexes for your lover anyway.

Remember those good days, we had a few.

Yes those days will come again, we can tell each other about them, some day.

Crack street, where the water runs through, and things get very dark.

Green Ringlets on my mind, high tide coming in, I threw an evil index in a bottle into it.

Smoky blue horizon, wave crash sound.

Black streamers of cloud over the moon, I'll tell you about it one day.

-Will Dockery 1999

"Wave" is archived from St. Augustine FL 1999 at: http://www.angelfire.com/al2/willdockerypoems/wave.html