every now and then

 



the best days are days
when nothing gets done
 
days that are as rare and
comfortable as wearing  
an old pair of shoes all
over your body
 
days when the coffee  
is hot and the smokes
are good;
 
good like a blessing from
Sir Walter Raleigh  
 
good like forgetting  
the past for a few
minutes  
 
good like remembering  
the past for a few
minutes  
 
days where all the old
wounds hurt less
 
days where dreams sleep
peacefully in the rainbow
fields of imagination  
 
days where the trumpet
fanfare is clear and
bright  
 
...and calls you to lie
beneath an orange
grove sun
 
so here's to  
you
 
me
 
and everyone
everywhere  
 
may the pipes
of Bacchus  
call us forth
 
and may we  
be carried on
the wings of
Jophiel
 
every now
and
then