Yellow Is The colour

Yellow flowers

greet 
the rising sun

and 
become
 one

with the waxing moon.
 Long 
are the hours
of 
the torrid afternoon.

 A little 
torment
a little 
pain

of passion 
unspent.
Drenched 
in rain
 a potent soul
makes me whole
again
Ⓒ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