magic

i believe in magic.

i believe that dewdrop pearls

on spider web necklaces

make the world go round;

and every ray of waking light

in between the stars tonight

blessed with night owls' song

brings dreams to sleepless souls

and hope to those whose

tears run like little streams

reflecting the morning,

born quiet from its cocoon

of purple darkness;

i believe in waking sleep

when light and shadow

play in between the curtains

at dawn, and coffee and

the painting on the wall

of beauty and childlike joy;

i believe in laughter

when you step out the door

and it spills onto the side walk,

down the street, replacing

mundane with imagination;

i believe in silence and afternoons,

the birds that lose their way

in the warm winds,

travelling across blue skies

like the quiet before a storm;

i believe in sunsets that sprinkle

hope in the eyes of

young forlorn lovers,

intertwined finger,

memory in minds

of those who feel heartbeats

and heartbeats before

they fade to a dull

aching memory of

heartbroken love,

home in the hearts

of travellers who fade

like ghosts into the dusk;

i believe in storms

that light the evening

in magenta and fairy lights

that burn into the skin

of the sky: the hour for tears

that melt from souls

of wrinkles and comforting smiles,

the cool drops that sting in the wind

and fuse into hope,

a wistful joy of crushing

bitterness in your fingers

right before it takes over your soul;

i believe in stars,

a billion burning lights

in the sky that twinkle

like slow, breathless passion

that paints instinct

over thought, ecstasy

in her fingers in my hair,

and no one to care for

seconds that countdown to silence;

i believe in midnight,

the quiet, ticking clock

and cinderella's hurried

footsteps down the staircase,

fingertips that almost don't touch,

eyes that whisper in silence;

i believe in words, silent love,

i believe in magic.