where is the magic she said?
as we stood looking into a vast garden
we sat on shaded rocks
I offered to take her hand and slowly poured the fountain water through her cupped hands
This is the magic  your hands are cupped and you want to hold the water
though it coats your hands most completely you cannot hold it
you can call it you can dance in it you can shower your dear hearts in it
use it yes, and abuse it
but it will never be held detoured pooled and dammed
never held
it will sweep around you engulf and drowned you
Protect and guide you but
it will not be held
soft as rain cold as snow wild as fire
as sure and natural as your mothers heartbeat
This is magic
Wear it throw it secret it deny it
it will creep through your fingers and rain down your face
it will fall gently into your arms and drop softly into the garden
and look even as you held it
it blessed your hands to your work and has gone
This is magic
This is what I know
This is what I feel
This is magic

Solita - 2007