On finding magic

Sleeping in unease

Tossing and turning like a wayward blowing leaf,

Searching the book of dreams for magic,

Flipping pages restlessly

Finding only emptiness in the dark.

Rising in the midnight hours

Snow whips untamed beyond the glass

Walking in half wake motion

Asking the skies for relief.

Thunder of ringing rockets the soul

Out of the depths of night to morning

And stumbling down in search of solace

Holding the book that had waited

For far, far too long.

I find you there,

Nestled between ads and the unnecessary,

Words of laughter and magic find me parched

And it fills the soul with water-like coolness

And I feel the smile within

Rising like a vibrant sun

That had been gone for too long.

Sweet parables of lost time,

And I see these and hold each one close to heart,

Lifting me higher into the realm of knowing

That a reminder was what was needed,

That to hold these words close in a cosmic hug

Brought me into the day

Balanced on a teeter-totter

Kicking my legs in glee,

Please, don’t let me down as I fly

Let us go higher into this moment,

To be alive like a child’s gleeful laughter,

Finding the magic once more.