Magic is in moments, it is in sparkles
It is that fascinating shine, that works
It is the hope, it is my only believe
Magic is that, which forever rules.
Captivates, when one rises early in serenity
Magnetic field resides in all its working
In the mist of the morning, or scent of sea
In the dew drops, and the illusionary star.
I call magic one’s breath, Sometimes call it love
In his irresistible charm, in my lurking blush
In the enchanting beauty, in the sweeping works
I call it all magic, that makes one smile.
Magical moments I stick to the memory, for smiles
Day light, or dim lights, they happening is the key
Some dance, some music, or maybe some plain talks
Some times, the first meet, sometimes the infinite.
People are the magic I know, some old, some new,
Some old that are strangers, some new that are love,
Some laughters, some hurt, some embrace, some parting,
Some ex flames, some new entrants, all is magical.
Some walk on the destiny road, alone or with someone
Some smiles, some peace, some loneliness, some company
Some seeking, some holding, A shoulder, A want
Entwined fingers, secure hands, magical embraces.
Love or companionship, hate or indifference
Magic resides in the song, or the rhythms
It resides in the heart, that finds its way
Unknown definition, but I call it life.
Written as part of OctPoWriMo Writing Prompt Day 25:Magic and Possibilities