Post by AquarianM on Dec 30, 2007 at 10:32pm
A Perfect Night For Magic...Silence holds me close,
Something Winter is singing,
Utter absence of sound profoundly deep,
Enclosing a glistening world of pure magic.
Each step completely a new thing,
Tracks laid in a fresh-fallen thick carpet of diamond dust,
White with a billion glitter points anywhere in eye-fall,
Streets of cloud filled with tiny gems.
Light fog lends the open field mystery,
Light-dust falling through the mist from streetlights,
Others surrounded in faded white globular nebulae,
Charcoal clouds ragged about the edge of the world.
Directly above the open sky rains constellations,
Dancing within and without the invisible clouds,
Feast and famine of light brilliant and fading and gone,
All around - trees crested in white flocked snow and frost wigs.
My breath joins the show as I set the last recycling to the curb,
An extra trip on a perfect night for magic,
The remainder of faded Christmas' lights an eerie burst of color,
The last night of the year else-wise bathed in black and white and starlight.
Happy New Year indeed.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/31/2007