The Magician

A magician could have changed today
moving the reality of where you were
waving symbols
of blues, browns and golds
beyond green lawns,
misted windows,
or other loves.

Forgetting is magical too
And nighttime
Wrapped in long black v
slips between dawns
parting our days
like another woman,
a corollary to love.
For fireflies glow
without burning
as lights do without dawn
as I do without
wondering why.

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem