Enchant Me


Leave the world to me
Let me find the ways
To my truths of the moments
Until the end of my days

Leave me the purpose as well
And all meaning and mights
And all heartbreak and lost sakes
And all reason and rights

It’s from you I seek wonder
And the thrill of the haunt
From you it’s the magic
And mystery I want

For you are the forest
With your enchantments and dreams
And your hootings and howlings
And occasional screams

It’s your sanctum of silence
It’s your roots of unreal
It’s your dank of the night
It’s your murk of appeal



About Kurt Brindley

He is tall but he hopes to accomplish more in life than just that...
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22 Responses to Enchant Me

  1. mojoshawn says:

    Very nice poem and interesting image to accompany.

    Liked by 2 people

  2. Harbans says:

    Just magically woven!

    Liked by 2 people

  3. Nurse Kelly says:

    Enchanting thoughts Kurt, even though the woods scares me – esp those howling, screaming things that could be in there! But I think you would keep your heroines safe :)

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Priyanki says:

    Truly enchanting!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. hugr5 says:

    I like that last line! “It’s your murk of appeal”

    Liked by 1 person

  6. M V Blake says:

    “murk of appeal”? Wonderfully said. Thank you for the pleasure.

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