Beautiful Things

Where do the beautiful things come from
The moments that swell your soul
The moments where Euphoria lives
In her humble tavern, waiting to be discovered

Where do the beautiful things come from
That make everything seem so very possible
Which rock in my garden must be overturned
To reveal them, giggling like children

Where do the beautiful things come from
That inspire bonfires and singing and charades
That tug on your fishing reel
Tempting to drag you ever on and away

Where do the beautiful things come from
That sit on your lap like a pup
And laze around with you on a plain, rainy day
And that cause you to fall asleep with a smile





Enjoy my writing? Buy me a coffee 🙂

Photo by Nadia Valko on Unsplash

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑

tales told different

"I saw the Angel in the marble, And I carved till I set him free." Every story has an impact, each tale matters

Jo Writes Fantasy

Born in Poland | Living in Texas Now | Hype

Way Too Fantasy

Speculative fiction book reviews and more!

The Essence of you

Inspire Innovate Improve.

Daydreaming as a profession

Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.

%d bloggers like this: