Magic

Ficus in Valencia (Spain), March 2019


You look, but you cannot see.
You know it is, even though unseen.
You guess where, you forget what.
You look without seeing, know but don’t tell.
You smile, because it is though unseen.
You dream of it, long for it, look for it.
You go on, try to close on this unknown.
The dream evades leaving you
restless, longing, peaceless.
You know it remains close by, unseen,
your fingers about to caress it.
One move, a word said,
a subtle instinctive action
lets the bright light emerge,
lets the dream be seen.
And so the new day keeps going
revealing through gestures and light
the very magic of life,
the treasure of the thrill
of a magic future
in a perfect present.

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