Magic – A Gap In The Clouds

The discovery of you

September 23, 2020

The discovery of you is an illusion

The finding
where you rest before the sunrise
as darkness
a shadow yet to be
heated

mist evaporates from you
from my eyes
to reveal
your exquisite rise and fall
inhale, exhale

and there, you see
is where blindness strikes me
for as you smile
you remove the sun
which shatters the magic

I walk away
to my own falling, failing
as a glance behind
sees flowers growing at your feet
sunrise kissing your hair

a heartbeat
an apprehensive, step
a breathing
of pain
a mirage

never to be kissed

An echo breathing

December 23, 2019

Magic arrives when it’s needed.

This message is ready for the few
for those souls
bereft of the beauty
we sometimes take for granted.

The beauty, of course, is not physical
but those things we feel
and emit
without and within

it is that echo
breathing, touching, vibrating
it is that echo.

Sometimes a sadness overshadows
a loneliness begins
a feeling of loss is found
and all we want is to escape
into ourselves
to close the curtains of our minds
and escape into the sorrows
of emptiness
where there is no light
no fire
no

but, where there is emptiness
there is of course, an echo.

It breathes with you and for you
for you are
that breathing echo
you are open to receive
those long searched for
alchemies of love.

Magic arrives when it’s needed
as love
because love
is already within us
within you now

breathing its echo.

Inhale, smile
and believe
in your beauty.

Pause

December 7, 2019

Seeing reflections as they dance
to life’s ongoing masquerade
I pause to admire patterns
created with such magic
as only imagination can enhance

I pause also to ponder
only to fail in my thoughts,
for my reflection
dances
when I cannot

Love’s nightingales

July 16, 2018

Shadows do not diminish
when the sun’s bloom wilts
they merely fade into themselves
; chameleons of this butterfly world

White it shines
as it flits
landing almost
a kiss
almost an enchantment
upon solitude
upon memory

Songs, dreams and soft thoughts
these butterflies do not diminish
they are love’s nightingales
; a kind of paradise

Moonbeams
shine through
silent awakenings
to land, perhaps
upon a kiss
upon a
spark of magic
to whisper
… to paint

How is it you do not diminish
is it because your butterfly heart
echoes this fragile beat of mine
; glass, stained

Rise and Fall

December 22, 2015

The gentle rise
and softly fall
of little black
up in the blue

up it goes
to catch a wisp
a gift to give
to earthly mist

Dancing within
the clouds so high
little black
has a privileged eye

looking down
upon the earth
she opens her heart
a song to birth

Oh poor butterfly
who cannot reach
such grace and waltz
of little black’s feat

yet here she is
with all her might
to create the clouds
for little black’s flight

Up up they fly
these little wishes
in a grand escape
from flowery dishes

some are caught
and some set free
to realms of magic
where lives mystery