Poets and painters and writers and dancers and those who have art fall from their dreams through their hands and into something real in this world fall a little faster and give a little more and feel a little deeper because they have the same love that is born in the heart of dreams of flawless magic and perfect wonder and they know the value of our human imperfections and the beauty hiding in our flaws and they love long past our failures and their broken hearts keep loving us even after our goodbyes and our cruelty and mistreatment and they do more than belive in magic but keep magic alive and spin more threads into its blanket that keep our lives warm and they give without asking for anything in return and they comfort our sorrows and find our hands to hold in the dark and they take out sad stories and turn tears into dreams and dreams into stars and place those stars in the sky and they show us that magic is something wonderfully real if all we do is belive and pull these thing from our dreams and into our hands and it is a mad cat wearing a hat that smiles and purrs from our hearts and it is the most simple and complex and most beautiful part of living that makes life worth it all in the end and its at the end of the colors of every paint brush and every drop of ink from a quil and in every note of a song and every rhythm and rhyme and every leap taken and every word spoken on a stage and like life art would have no meaning without it and it comes to us from the birth place of dreams and it is as real as forever if we all just belive and its really that easy which isn't easy at all but we must never stop trying when we have found and we have fallen and been lucky enough to found ourselves blessed with its presence and that is of course my kind friend the magic and wonder of love

All he wanted to do was write love letters in the sand and then send them out to sea where they would by carried by the waves and the tides and then have them float up into the night where the stars would read them to the soft spots of the pink ribbons tied around her dreams and he walked and wondered through the shores of eternity at the edge of where all the oceans end and only love stories held by the promise of forever are told and on every grain of sand he engraved her name and in the mist of the falling waves he could feel the wonder of her heart press and cling to the marrow of his soul and he felt the magic that lived in the deep blue pools of her eyes spread through his pulse and mix with his blood and he was helpless as it infected his every cell and his every dream and he was terrified and thrilled and he wanted to run and he wanted to stay even more and he saw the rest of his possible life in perfect clarity and she had stumbled into his life and rearranged the shattered pieces of his heart and made it into something more beautiful than it had ever been before and it looked and felt as if it had never been broken even once and there was no trace of its many scars and his heart had never beat and drum as loud as it did when dreaming of the love it wanted to share with her and he wished he could find the courage to write her a love letter made out of the sand and the sea and the magic of the shores found in the eternity of her eyes and take her by the hand and float her up to the night and the stars above where all the oceans end and then read her his letter inked by the promises of forever and then look up to see if she had stayed or if like a dream to good to be true would he wake up and watch her slowly fade away to the memory of lost hopes and he wandered through his doubts and fears and made a pen out of his dreams and began to write the letter begining with her name followed by the three words he first heard echoing in his heart the first night she stumbled into his life