magic

Magic is not all sparks and happiness.

away, away

and Hope with her innocence wings flew away, away.

blink of an eye

fleeting second.kaleidoscope of noise and colorcut out in a blink of an eyeblurred together –faces and voices and dreams,from the lonely moondangling in the night sky from a stringpulled up by the dropping weightof the vivid loud sun- seesaw, day and night.blink of an eye –tomorrow is yesterday,yesterday is the past,today is the future. close