Magic Moments
Bide awhile
Bide awhile and a smile
will spread across your dial
for as they near you can hear
them all march past in file.
Out of the blue few ever knew
omens in components
the cuckoo dove then up above
a cloudburst of magic moments.
Rainbows rise some in disguise
the mist is kissed by light
the sunrise the finale
much to my delight.
In the morn the silver dawn
casts diamonds down from heaven
understanding points of view
released and then forgiven.
On a magic carpet ride
shrouds of clouds that rearrange
birds fly through the corridors
moments of quiet exchange.
In the shifting morning light
clouds mirror the silver surface
of the water and surrounds
as a smile lights up my face.
Nature holds the golden keys,
keys that open up and find
all the magic moments
locked up in my mind.
Here and there and everywhere
far as my eyes can see
magic is unfolding
right there in front of me.
Existence is an omen
bare breath a testimony
that these magic moments
are there for all to see.
©
David Rudder
23rd August 2020
Thanks for reading.
