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