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 trajects

a smile those eyes

Hidden high in this midnight me

I think wonder ponder how

Man meets magic

the women the now.

Liam January 2019