Ordinary Magic

Ordinary Magic

Through a weeping willows tendril arms
A sliding sun in melon hue ignites the edges of the clouds
And spreads its color on the sky
To know those things which orchestrate and capture so?

Two lovers on a swing seat entwined of hands and eyes  
In thoughts that flush from ripples rise the waves
The irresistible and the wonderful,
Of sine qua non, for all in faith unfolds

And there inside a single cell divides
Umbilically enshrined within its watery world,
A blink, a smile a kicking toe and finally a birth
Another soul is given here unto the world

From the ripples turned to waves
This journey of discovery and thrall in every step
Emotive now in unimagined ways
A litany of many pitfalls there to trip along the way

For many friends these unknown years the journey faltered
When the opener and the can of worms collide
Paradise implodes, too many broken hearts and rings
To call of grief by any other name would be to over complicate

With courage and support of friends
The phoenix stunned into the hands of time, to tend its wounds and learns to fly again
A lucky few retain the wings they’ve had before
Yet all one might ever wish to know is purity of heart and soul

The willow’s arms are wider now though some were lost to winds and lightening strike
Come fear or sadness, happiness or disappointment
Unscripted emotions vie and play
A story of successive incidents where the eminent epoch always is today yet echoes from the past

There with you again today
You were the smell of early summer evenings
The voice of new mown lawns
The waterfall of honeysuckle from the trellis rails

Upon another swing seat on the lawn
With every graceful turn of your caress
Love makes understanding and all of hearts consent
Without which nothing rhymes

Invitingly in nature’s state
In starlight’s glow your soft prone form
Such gentle scarlet chiffon lips
Your every inch of womanhood before me

Our horses thundered on the bracken downs in cloak of night,
As heady as any song of yesterday for perhaps in other times we’ve met
Sine qua non, mother of souls stay close, to call it ordinary magic would be to oversimplify
For you and I we know we’ve loved before

Harlequin Writes (Aug 2012)

Written For Comp