The magician stands firmly
Atop the broken balcony
His hands gleam with energy
His mind emits ecstasy
The wind conducts his flowing robes
The doors of convention hastily close
And fiction leaps into fantasy
As mist dances across the sea
Thunder shakes the ground so gentle
Reality leaps from its lofty mantel
And dances away with one final twirl
Before plummeting off the edge of the world
The sky watches with jealous spite
The earth observes the larks in flight
And the magician speaks the archaic rite
That overpowers day with the salvation of night.
~~January 17, 2007~~
All My Soldiers Loves Me