ECSTASY

Haven’t felt like this in years

Tingle of anticipation, on edge

Delicious.

I can’t help but look at the vision lying in front of me.

So innocent and pure,

I am unsure.

What to do?

How shall I start, anticipate the end and then press “Send”?

It’s always the same when pen hits paper

Shape the page to my will — would I could write on parchment with quill.

For then, once written, never forgot.

The lines that form, they are me

When you read them you’ll see

Through the window I opened into my soul

I beg of you let it not be for nought.

So tread lightly my friend

Embrace the words, play with each one,

And remember……

It’s only the beginning when you press “Send”