MAGIC

at this moment..
i realized...
what lillies and daffodils felt like...
in fields of dreams.
how deep the southern meadows ran..
where ancestors spirits run free.
i could taste honey...
in the morning dew..
feel the deep baritones..
that makes the lakes...
quiver..
changing niagra falls...
into stormy rivers...
shaping your sea of love...
to become a bio...for bayous..
or how your magic could...
cover the moon...
with a fullness.
be the eclipse that's...
landscaping hours...with..
a sunlight...
that sparks up cloudy skies...
like a 4th of july..
festivity.
these thunderous..
moments grow...
by the minute...
while spilling out...
and draping...
moods...
with...
a ring...
of soft rhythms...
and painted thoughts..
of picasso styled..
imagery...


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