I Used To Think…

There is nothing,

At least so I thought,

More perfect
And satisfying
Than sitting
On my front step,
With my bourbon,
And my tablet…

To write,
And watch
The sun set.



Unconditionally appreciative
Of the ever-changing
Panoply of colors,
Gifted to my eyes…

Held in the completeness,
Enrobed in the grace
Of another exquisite dusk.

I used to think
That these precious moments
Captured the essence
Of what I believed
To be utopian,
And simply incomparable.

I used to think
All of that


Until my eyes were filled
With your beauty,

And my body was wrapped
In your elegance.


Β© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

25 thoughts on “I Used To Think…

      1. I agree…and thanks for the flexibility. If I didn’t have all this company work to do on nights and weekends, I’d be a much more proficient writer! πŸ™‚


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