Perth Words… exploring possibilities.

I started at the end of this poem
and I’m working my way up
but, isn’t that how it goes
for lovers of language,

for dreamers like us?

I cannot stand being in the middle
sitting on the fence like a raven
waiting, waiting
for someone to make the next move.
There is no resentment in this heart,
just a lack of understanding,
a need for reasoning
because that’s just how my mind works,

and then there is you.
You come along with kind words
and contentment
and shoo away any angst
with a wand; blessings of peace
for the sentimental to savor.
My shoulders fall like wings
and I cannot even remember
what all the to-do was about
anymore.

Then, here we go,

Sway and hum, catch a firefly
on our way to the moon,
some nights, we shimmer,
others, shiver, out in the cold,

but always with a…