photo- julia miho nakamura
When Magic has arrived
Wearing diamonds
and draped in golden starlight
Why not accept her invitation
To join her in an evening gondola
and float down
Her river of moon song
.
.
Don’t spend too much time
Deconstructing synchronicity
If you look closely enough
into anything
Even Inspiration
You will probably find
Some strange wizard
behind the curtain
.
.
Unless of course
you are an engineer of miracles
In which case
Tear down the walls
of the house of wonder
And throw every spark of awe
under the microscope
Until you discover
what music is truly made of
.
.
Passion doesn’t need a reason
To set your soul on fire
And awaken in the night
your deepest seeded love
But passion won’t stop you
From writing anthologies of reason
to the muses either
As long as Magic is the main character
She’ll watch you squirm all night