Musings

Ars poetica, from the point of view of the speaker calling to their reader, or from the point of view of the inspiration calling to the writer

Daydream awhile 

I will weave new memories 

to the tune of old love 

all but forgotten 

Here distance and time are thin 

shadows

Here a catalpa baptizes us in white-moment blooms

Maybe I was there once 

on your side of forever

visiting

leaving fingerprint clues to lead you here

Maybe we are adrift

You have forgotten the path here

I lost my way there but I am not gone yet

still burning signal fires

building lighthouses

setting off flares and fireworks

shooting blanks

playing with pyrotechnics

firing cannons

lighting candles and lanterns to guide you here

I am waiting

Come home.

Author's Note

I'm open to any and all constructive critiques!