the world is dusted in magic our magic lightly frosted on pine needles and naked branches heated breath on icicle covered windows Our very own winter wonderland I drove in darkness illuminated by the February moon reaching out her long silvery fingers to dust the road with sparkling flakes Inner thoughts pulsating heavy deep questions and answers yet to come In that silence of that drive the future lay stretched out into forever All ours so pure in the distance as we approached and passed became marred and charred by our words and our actions We continue on In the rearview I see sprouts of green pushing through where our footsteps had been Magic
You’re leaving today
On an aeroplane sling shot
Aimed for the galaxy
Train ride through the countryside wasteland
Of forgotten dreams.
We all freeze
Here in the in-between of your comings and goings
I remember the last time you left
And all the changes that followed
Just like you said they would.
Seer? Wizard? Comical mystic?
I know not of your unearthly powers of observation
Your ability to deduce illusions for the smoke-and-mirror tricks that they really are
I often wonder what has you fooled
Into the great unknown
I wish you joy.