Magic

That quiet thoughtful moment, you sit there on your own, she is gone, like she almost always was, the soul rises, it comes right into you, you say something like 'its ok, so its you again' and the room is in wintertime, but your acceptance is low, the eyes of this soul, sparkle into life, there is nothing to wait for anymore, now is the moment, and in the moment, you are in the light, you can not escape, the focus is on you, and now you are aware and now you have a choice to make. do you look the moment in the eye or do you attempt to slither away to an easier place, the brave will look at the moment and confront it with their ambition, others, may look in another direction to a place that is in the distant, in the past of distance perhaps, magic places itself before you, provoking you, tantalising you, and yet it doesn't speak a word, and yet it screams at your passivity, and questions arise within you now, about this apparently passive part of you, that isn't passive at all, the magic is waiting for you, to meet it with your own personal magic, and do you choose to ignore this magic, or the potential for it, or for the chance to make it more, or do you sleep? I think you meet magic with magic, and then there is the place where angels sleep, and feelings of heart, be them of today or yesterday, and magic contains all of the things that you cannot see or touch, it will only touch you when it feels like it wants to touch you, and it will ask you very tacitly, if you want to be its friend, and then this night of wintertime, becomes lost to itself, it must have another place to go, it doesn't belong here anymore, in this moment, in this moment of magic, in this moment of you.