The Power Of The Sun

Magic is what happens when the sun rises,


When the cold starts to slip away and the blankets are turned down


When the birds yell and the coffee brews.


It’s the calm,

the magic before the illusion is shattered.


Before the heat turns hot, the blankets crumple and the coffee burns


Before it’s not the birds yelling.



Before the day really starts


And it’s not magic at all, it just is.


It’s just life. Magic gone.


Mundane.


Boring


Abusive


Just life, just the day.

It’s noon and the magic is gone


Burning away


Gone as the sun sets,


Now it’s dark, the birds quiet,

the house


Silent


It’s dark and you can’t stop it

Not now, not here


But there’s no point


There’s no magic, not until the morning


Because this is what happens at night


And this is how the sun becomes magic

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