I Wrote You A Poem

I wrote you a poem (left unread)

So I wove you a dream instead

I caught the wind in the forest

And chased the rain on the river

I collected dew from the dawn

And captured the gentle quiver

of lilting birdsong in the morn

 I spun heaven into your dreams

with bits of sky ever so blue

And wisps of silvery moonbeams

Spun with stars and a twilight hue

I wrote a poem for you

Nothing to cling to

Nothing to give or take

No keepsake

Rose

It's A Kind Of Magic

I'm looking for the magic

the kind that makes a blind person see

It's never where you think you'll find it -

never where you think it may be 

It's the magic that ripples the soul

like raindrops on a placid pond

A magic that lifts the spirit

like a mist on mountains far beyond

It's the magic reflected on a still lake

mirroring the blue sky

The magic essence of a green forest

where dappled shadows lie

It's a magic you will find but

once in a lifetime

Like the magic I felt

when your eyes met mine

ⒸRose