The Day After

After the new moon has passed I wonder if it's passing by Or if I should make wishes To send me on my way To a better life of blessings, Not merely to watch it fly. In the blur of living Mundane moments take time away From those of magical purpose, So carry it in your pockets Or on a window sill, All alone, you'll feel less. Talking about earth's stones, Perhaps some other prop Or crafty things homemade By your very own Two hands with intents Borrowed from your psyche. It isn't hard, Many ideas bloom In gloomy October Or any occasions You'll find inspirations, And magic inside. Come moons Or sunshine's, Be witchy Not b i t c h y, Just rally For life. *This isn't a prefect Diminished Hexaverse, but based on it with the addition of a word count rather than strictly syllabic count. Thanks for understanding what I'm doing with form here.