Friday, January 30, 2009

The magic words!

I now today pay homage
to a love long since gone past
for ‘twas the spark of sheer delight
that lit a fire unending
in the heart of one who not before
had felt or said the magic words.

There's something strange in magic words
for they rise unaided every day
to don the armour, take up swords,
and fight to stay alive
and I, the I too weak to lie
quietly surrenders.

And surrender's like a breath of air
that unseen flows around, within,
and fills the gap twixt then and now
to fuel that fire unending.
but there comes in tandem with
the rise and quiet surrender
the knowledge that the magic words
will die untimely deaths
if thrown into the garbage bin
of disavowal.

I love you, yes, I do
but in the time of love and grace
no rise/surrender can ere be
when memory marches to the fore
and I cannot find the face of love
in my memory store!

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