looking for sunshine

I have been searching
and searching
for sunshine-
a kind word
someone to trust 
completely-
a shred of hope
solace & contentment 
and today I found it-
in a field of dreams

© 2020 magicofwords

long-lost summer

I miss you—
and everything in between 
sunrises & sunsets

© 2020 magicofwords

when this is over

when this is over ...
I want to travel
to the utmost corners
of my mind
discover who I am
again, or what I
have become
perhaps stronger
more compassionate 
and understanding 
perhaps I will have
found my way
through and through 
the darkness 
onto a new day

© 2020 magicofwords 

thunderstorm

I’m not sure

if it’s lightning or

fireworks

but there is turmoil

in the air

 

© 2020 magicofwords

empty seats

Can’t remember the last time we went out. Was it a concert, the movies, or a restaurant? Was it any good? Doesn’t matter. All seats are empty now. Pretty much everywhere. But strangely, I don’t miss it. The way we were.

 

© 2020 magicofwords

inside

I wonder what goes on

inside those walls

too thick to decipher

your deepest thoughts

perhaps you long

for something more

but alas your boundaries

are impenetrable

 

© 2020 magicofwords

this is the year …

… when everything changed, but everything stayed the same. Not much was learned, and history kept repeating itself. Some tried to erase it but to no avail. As if dismantling the past would change the future. How could we recognize ourselves anymore with masks on, no matter how fashionable they had become. How could we find human touch again, a place to meet halfway. This is the year when it all came tumbling down, while many were left to pick up the debris.

 

© 2020 magicofwords

enlighten me

it’s been cloudy

in so many different ways

we desperately need–

sunlight

 

© 2020 magicofwords

unrest

the sky is burning–

while I dream of summers

free of pain & chaos

 

© 2020 magicofwords

pensive

I wonder what she thinks about. Those piercing eyes tell me something I don’t know.

She’s clever.

She senses the world has changed, but she finds common ground. A constant in the midst of uncertainty.

Something to lean on.

Her ears perk up to the sound of silence. It’s too quiet even for her. But peaceful at last.

An introvert’s dream.

 

© 2020 magicofwords