here we are,
all pretendin
that love is not
our intention
but I can see
that underneath
we're only looking
for some peace
here we are,
in an era,
full of pain,
reigned by terror,
we each hold on
to what we can,
and those who know love
hold magic
in their hands
Those who fancy themselves magicians
must practice a careful art, one mistake,
one hint at the secret behind the illusions
and they suddenly lose their intrigue.
Those who master magic, those who know
the hardship that sneaks into the moments
before the curtain rises, understand that it
can dazzle, but it can scar.
Yet, still, they continue, dazzling away, for those who just want to be entertained.
In the moments before the show the magician examines the scars on the palms of his hands. He may hold magic within them, loving the world, but a spark like that can burn.
I fear the worse of this era is yet to come
ReplyDeletebut what you write is true
compassion, love freely given,
is the magic that will hold us together.
Nicely written! :)
(there's music behind this one, still writing)
ReplyDeleteI can't wait to read it when it's done.
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