Magic is what happens when the sun rises.

I often wonder, what is magic?

Magic to me, may different for you.

Magic is wherever you go, from the beautiful sunrise or the evening sunset.

It is the ability to see what is around you, do you notice the animals that Mother Nature gave to us?

Do you notice the calm breeze of the wind or the strong gusts of the wind?

Do you wake up in the morn...

Magic is what happens when the sun rises.

The cry of light,

Nights blanket,

Plush, plush velvet

Torn from the earth.

Magic is what happens when the sun rises.

The scream of illumination,

A resting peopl,

Stillness, peace

Their sanctuary now vulnerable.

Magic is what happens when the sun rises,

But evil never sleeps with the light on....

What is a harmonious mind

To sit in stillness a place to find

Or the magic of the rising sun

Watching the stars disappear one by one

With the wind gently caressing your face

Feeling safe and secure in this inviting space

To see the warming glow of the sun rise

A spectacular surprise

The glow has you in a loving embrace

The troubles in your mind gone without a trace

If only this harmony could la...

The bright glow of a light

The warmth of the morning

That’s when it all begins

That’s when I have a chance

A new chance

A chance to try

And try again

And end up feeling lost

That’s what I do with my days

I spend them

Wondering

Hoping

Maybe even dreaming

And then when the bright sun

Disappears behind the mountains

And I shut my eyes

That’s when I realize I’m worth nothing

You tr...

Magic is what happens when the sun rises.

This sunrise, I see mounting across the river,

hovers over a mansion that is only 200 years old.

A mansion where a family lived is now

vacant for thousands of other families to

inhabit vicariously. Flat stones at a bank

of the Hudson cool my bottom.

Flecks of a grey sky seem ready to peel

from clouds, thick as boulders; a hulling

light stretches candl...

Magic is what happens when the sun rises.

I had to walk alone to see it.

If you were here, I would wonder what you were seeing when you looked up at the sky.

I would force my eyes to see the same thing.

Alone with the sun,

Alone with the sky tinted lightly by timid hands,

I begin to wonder.

Will I always need to look through your eyes to know?

Will I always let my sunrises come to me through th...

magic is what happens when the sun rises

the world’s nature works together

beings live in harmony

and i will never experience it.

i’ll never experience magic

because nature is written in numbers

because i’m destined to find complex algorithms in the wind.

i count the blades of grass that surround me

so they can’t conquer me

i search for stability in an animal’s cry

obsessing

nature offers no fu...

Laughter drowned

Cocktails downed

20 I now be

Magic happens

When sun rises

No longer a girly teen

Into a new decade

Why be scared

Everything I wanted is right here

Not across country

Down a road

Embroidered friendship on soul clothes

20 I now be

How I marvel

Starting like this is hard to rival

I have you here

Time is to cherish

I was born and am- against all that perished

...

Magic is what happens

When the sun rises.

It’s a burst of fun colours

Filled with surprises.

Like fireworks exploding

In the back of my mind,

I see all these patterns,

Which are one of a kind.

I let the sky take me,

Just sinking into light.

I’m not scared of what happens,

I’ll leave that for the night.

Then finally when

Those lights disappear,

I hold my body tight

And try not to have fear.

I...

Magic is what happens when the sun rises

Lustful colors dipped in gold

White clouds whipped to perfection

Blooming flowers divine

Its scent arises

its view bold

Birds singing their affection

and stunning rays of sunshine...