sometimes magic fades from places we once found profoundly mystical
spanning spaces of the heart
treating nostalgia like
once-upon-a-time gods
….rabbit pulled out of a hat
…. magician’s wand cracks
….picking the wrong card
….merlin trips on his robes
….the saw blade actually draws blood
forest for the trees slowly reveal
themselves breaking the spell of
enchantment with inferno opus
blazing light blinding on
gatherings from recent
long agos
still lingering in air
but losing ground
just as leaves cling with fortitude,
hopeful for just a bit longer,
eventually, we learn to let go
and in our falling we realize we can fly
BohoChickRising.com 