Sometimes I sense you,
Evanescent, dancing
On the edge
Of consciousness.
My psyche pursues,
Captivated, yearning
To catch a
Will-o-the-wisp.
You elude my grasp,
Mischievous, escaping
Chimera
In my mind’s eye.
Sometimes I sense you,
Evanescent, dancing
On the edge
Of consciousness.
My psyche pursues,
Captivated, yearning
To catch a
Will-o-the-wisp.
You elude my grasp,
Mischievous, escaping
Chimera
In my mind’s eye.
What is magic? abracadabra. smoke & mirrors. witches. wizards. fantasy. astrology. numerology. science. religion. music. art. a good book. creation. birth. growth. spring flowers breaking through the snow. caterpillar into butterfly. tadpole into frog. fetus into baby. child’s laugh. first love. lover’s caress. sex. intimacy. soulmates.
Magic is instantaneous. fragile. evanescent. ephemeral.
When it happens, are you surprised? awed? dazzled? grateful?
While it lingers, do you cherish? nurture? embrace?
When it fades, do you cling? grasp?
When it’s gone, do you mourn? ache? yearn? chase?
Life is magic.
Love is magic.
Magic is (only) magic.
Spring is a time for new beginnings.
Or so they say.
Gentle showers bring May flowers.
So cliché.
Spring for me is a time of endings.
Graduates and proms.
End of school year, summer draws near.
Time becalms.