Glimmer

There is light, and then there is magic,

There is magic in diffused light.

When the dawn breaks and the skies clear,

When the sun shines through and the mists disappear,

I take a breath — one, two, three.

Grasping at that magic that holds my heart,

Whispering that prayer that holds my hope.

As the dewdrops dry and I write these words,

I realize, and I know,

I write them for you.

For the time that we missed and what had been,

For what I miss and the dreams I dream,

For what glimmer of magic there was,

For every reminder, every encounter, every day,

For that step forward, 

One moment on, 

With every ticking second.

But more so,

For that now lost piece that went with you,

And became yours.

Like things may have changed,

Yet nothing has.

Cover photo by Kevin Uy Photography