is ...a mind's weave that brings us back at whim to pauses and the need to catch our breaths over and over - again.
is ...a life's weave that holds us where we stand as images flicker behind our eyes and fingertips touch - again.
Magyk is a heart's tears falling in our nights that mingle and merge - with the stardust, and fade with the pale moonlight.
It's all and ever dreams.
some mine, some yours ...it seems. And in the end well, that's what we have and it's held so gently tight caught 'tween our fingers' tips and pressed to wishing lips.
Magyk is... you in me and if we ever, ever disagree it's still you... in me
"...and its held so gently tight..." Love that juxtaposition.
Magyk is what we make it, what we think it is, what we want it to be. In whatever form we believe it exisits, acknowledgement is all it takes to put it to good use.
Posted 12 Years Ago
Magyk is as the love for language in English misses the so here usual "K" as magic is wonderful in your way. Deep underlayed feelings, of missing the one, you had once so next to you. Some people underneeth here, do not understand the longing of a heart, they are to blocked to understand. Nice work Chris! like the butterfly is the symbol of ones who aren't around us anymore, your words illuminate. Magyk? Yes. Definitely!
I see the holding breath is a theme in your poetry. It looked cool but the feeling was contrite. The rhyming was a little simple for a piece trying to be deep, don't you think. I tried to feel this just again, it lack experience. Nice try
' Magyk is... you in me and if we ever, ever disagree it's still you... in me' ~~ your lines create your own review, your gentle heart spills into words and hugs them close. Sweet dreams and beautiful.
"Life is a terminal disease." All the doctors have basically told me so.
"Life is an adventure... Pain, well you deal. Thanks for being here. 06/21/2020
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