I am but a glance away from this screen -
a mere breath away from pen and paper

in altri momenti - in other moments
I may be elsewhere or anyotherwhere

ma il risultato è spesso lo stesso - same
results: my notes written directly into the

universe. No. I don't get wordy, and
don't occupy too much space - though the

canvas is immense and there words flow
with celestial eloquence. How beautiful

they are. Uncensored. Just like the stars.
Perfect in their constellations. A volte

sometimes - the notes transcend distances
immeasurable. It is then that it occurs. The

music. Words fade. All that remains is song.
Fragrant. Divine. A volte - sometimes the

magic breaks. Stars fall. And I wonder if
they be the prose - the poem - that returns

to be edited. rewritten. I don't mind. This
time I shall nurture a wiser ink. All I

need are breaths of time. And You. In love
light and peace I remain, ever Yours.





*m.a

02/28/2012

Author's Note: *midnight draft

Posted on 02/28/2012
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