POEM: The Vortex
When I walk through the deep night sky
It’s light that sparkles
cars pass bye
Wind blows cold from the roar of surf.
Alone I walk, though close too heart
something warms a tiny shard
This vortex spins in a paradigm new
It’s good, it’s deep, it’s right, it’s you
My thought trajectory
a smile those eyes
Hidden high in this midnight me
I think wonder ponder how
Man meets magic
the women the now.