A sort of a kitchen sink sort of a poem… or maybe more of a tea cup’s worth of observations….
Tea Leaf Sarabande by Michael Romani Reading future in leaves of tea Broken lines filled with symmetry Trolls they say prefer the solitary But even this can prove contrary Two paths walked as one Shimmered shadows come undone Forked into ways of destiny Indecision gets the best of me Ghost stories pointing to the way Of keeping magic sacred in our day What was once is still now Yet, that's okay, I feel, somehow There's really nothing but the present Each moment to be lived and not resent Hoping to get home before the storm breaks Seeking that shelter from our heartaches Facing down our ghosts by firelight Sitting here happy with you tonight I seek forgiveness from your eyes Seeking our bridge back not alibis Bewitching in this trembled hour I find myself enchanted in your power Circles danced beneath torch light There in the radiance that shines so bright A child's game or perhaps more There upon the lake's shore Whispers of forget me not Remind me of things that are forgot Like promises made and made to keep I've never known a willow not to weep Dread falls upon the naked heather In the weightlessness of the weather What once was is now again As though in a dream we awaken The sunrise catches the craggy peak Speaking words we cannot speak How do we find our way back To the certainty that we now lack I offer you the grip of my strong hand You give me yours and silently understand (c) March 11, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 