January 5
I can’t see the wires
That levitate the girl
As she rises
With smoke beginning to swirl
There’s no reflection on the ceiling
A mirror’s telltale sign
My eyes on the cards
When you flip and find mine
Yet I’m sure and I’d swear
This is all just false magic
Pretending, a fantasy,
Some wrinkle in the fabric
You’re a charmer, a magician
Performer in top hat
That’s what some think
But I’ve seen you without it
Without makeup, no script
Sans costume, sans part
When we are quiet, alone
And you’re holding my heart.
And there, all alone, in awe
Just the same
You’ll feel a slight tremble
When you say my name.
And you draw out belief
That’s steadfast as love
As I hope this is real
Praying abracadabra