Magic comes in funny moments
the flavor of a kiss
the glint in a lover's eye
in a million clichés
they are clichés because they are magical
ubiquitous
Magic came to me today
a collection of sinew and muscle
fat and synapses
soft lips and shining eyes
"There's daggers in men's smiles."
enough spark to set the embers of my weary dream alight
Why are we doomed to play
over and over again these follies
addiction to our neural peptides?
Monkey see, monkey do
and we all want a godammed banana?
and still I do go on in it merrily!
"Good Night, Good night! Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow."
Pathetic
to dream a dead dream
a ghost of a dream
a moribund prospect before it's even planted
how much worse to revile oneself
even as one reproaches one's own idiocy
Ac o hyd, ond oedd ei wyneb yn hardd?
Ond oedd ei gala'n hyfryd
ei flas mor felys
ac ond oedd ei lygaid yn llawn o awen
fel yr hon a chwiliwn i gymaint?
Er mwyn fy ffolineb, oedd!
"The common curse of mankind, - folly and ignorance".
So the magic fades
blurrs like faces of dead family
into daguerrotypes
and is almost forgotten
but even then you can still see old aunty's hat and shawl
just like you can still feel the winge of hope left by foolish dreams....
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