The Elemental
Fair.
I watch the moon wax and wane, The seabirds free in flight, A spell that is a sweet refrain, And dreams I have at night.
The magic opalescence, And hues of a new day, Our turns and the transparencies, And words we use and say.
The spell of a new morning, There’s magic in the air, And as the day is dawning, I yearn to dare.
There are devils in the details, There are streams of innocence, And the pieces that entail, Magic and opulence.
Right back to the basics, I know that you can tell, A paradigm of patience, Casts its magic spell.
The sweet song of simplicity, The Elemental Fair, And vital authenticity, A feeling that’s so rare.
Soon the moon will settle, Once like a bright balloon, A flower velvet petal, Opens in springtime soon.
I can tell there is a spell, There’s quietness in the air, The faintest sound of a bell, Simplicity is there.
©
David Rudder 2019
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