MAGIC 101

The magic in the air

hung like dust particles

on a trapezoid

It's there waiting

to be assembled

by the magician

Slight of hand

gently stirring

a tiny waft of air

Gently moving

dust particles in a trance

stargazing at sadness

You can into tap it's silence

by moving your wand

from there to there

Out of dust comes

delightful surprises

to cheer a child

Out of dust comes

beautiful bouquets

for a grandmother

Gently shifting

cards around

dust waiting to be called

By the talented magician

for one and all....

Blacmist~