In the ebbing radiance
Of a world slipping into darkness
The light is most vivid
Capable of magiks
Unknown to daylight
Of a world slipping into darkness
The light is most vivid
Capable of magiks
Unknown to daylight
Tag: magic
Unlikely Hues
I linger in deepening darkness
Counting out time
In fives by five
Counting out time
In fives by five
Collecting virtual waves
Of indigo and azure
Lavender and cobalt
Refracted and reflected
By atmosphere and cloud
And a near-flat sea
Magic time and light
Conjures from the darkness
Invokes unlikely hues
With the flourish of a shutter
Reveals to all the world
And me
Magic Sunlight
Sometimes
I remember
It’s just a star
I remember
It’s just a star
Sometimes
I realize
The magic of its light
Most days
It rises, it sets
Another day gone by
But today
It’s magic
And so am I
Magic Isle
Like some magic Isle
Home of sorcerers and kings
A misty shroud
Hides secret things
Home of sorcerers and kings
A misty shroud
Hides secret things
The waters
Preternaturally
Still
Beneath them slinks
Unearthly beast
And I
A Knight
With hallowed sword
Will sail across
Beyond the wards
And battle dragons
Which hurl epithets
And fire
Cinematography
With the house lights up
It’s easy to notice
The styrofoam
Its imperfections
The flecks of white
Where it’s chipped
It’s easy to notice
The styrofoam
Its imperfections
The flecks of white
Where it’s chipped
The night woods
So dark
The sunny day
So bright
We master the light
Know the science, the art
The secrets of magic
Grey on Grey
Grey on grey on grey on grey
Even under leaden sky
There is some magic yet
When lone gull wings
On rippling breeze
Grace in its poise
Careless of thought
Satisfied in arc
And swoop of flight
Which lifts me too
From baleful earth
Between the greys
Of clouds and sea
Magic Hour
Magic hour
In a land
Of no small magic
Conspires to create
Tableaus of beauty
Inimitable
In a land
Of no small magic
Conspires to create
Tableaus of beauty
Inimitable
When Death Came
One sunny Sunday
Death came to my smithy
In his shroud of black
Trailing a shadow, like blood
Spilt on the butcher’s floor
Your time has come.
Said Death
What say you?
I am not ready, Ancient One.
So say they all.
Magic in the Darkness
There can be extraordinary magic
In even the darkest clouds
In even the darkest clouds
