Sleight of Hand
I shouted magic words to alllike Kazam this or Chazam that
and Abra - dis, cadabra–dat
waiting for a curtain call
for rabbit poppin' from a hat
like magic wand or crystal ball –
but from my mind as well it should
came you my Big Red Riding Hood.
Alas, how oft
I wished for this
that you, my love,
would re-appear
not in the dreams
that gripped my night
but day-dreams
conjured magically
with all immeasurably,
the bliss
your radiance emits,
you standing here,
your back to me,
a bird prepared for flight
beneath your cloak,
wings wait angelically.
I fear the magic is not real,
that if my hands I move away
before the eyes of pressing crowd
you will evaporate, a cloud
mysteriously. No words I say
can change what magically I feel.
Dare I turn your face to me
to peer into your magic eyes?
Dare I hold you on this stage
awaiting some unknown, surprise?
Dare I conjure newer spell
to guarantee you'll stay, my love?
Or stop, say not a magic word
to turn you back into a dove!
I'd give up magic instantly
if you would stay like this with me.
Poetry by NotaDeadPoet
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Written on 2007-04-26 at 20:22
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