Poetry | Life | Relationships
He Stands with Magical Promises in His Heart
Stones rattle in his pockets.
Stars shimmer in his eyes as he makes his weary way alone upon the road.
His yearning brings anticipation of his promise to future chances.
Never to regret the choosing of his own winding path
Leaping high.
Heart in the glittering moonlight.
He’s going to travel far.
Work the dark shift, sleep the daylight hours away.
Heart wide open hands unclenched.
Pebbles held gently in his mouth taste like nickels.
They set the stage and seek the magic.
Making his own by changing direction.
The heart shows the way
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