serene

When i seek serenity I escape
to the sea
to peruse poetic prosary
penned it seems perhaps for me

my thoughts drift to fantasy
imagining how it could be
if poets we
made magic three

and there then in my reverie
being happy joyous free
oh my gosh and golly gee
i love my life of sobriety

a mere ten months gone by quick
i realize now that i am sick
for me fellowship is the trick
im but wax and gods the wick