Whiskey Tango Foxtrot   

A lavender cascade beneath the skies 

Comes swirling through the pathways of my mind, 

Injecting peaceful harmonies combined 

With sweet aromas, to my soul a prize. 

Tumultuous and violent whirlwind flies 

The scattered leaves no longer are confined 

Upon the ground, now soaring misaligned 

To lands unknown of which I can't surmise.   

Awakened by the sound of cat's meow, 

I pour a cup of magic black delight. 

That place that logic could but disavow, 

And dreams with creativity endow, 

With cold phantasmic realms that must excite 

My heart with worlds that nighttime will allow.  

Frank Garnick