In a Land of Magicians
By marandina
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Audio version at: https://soundcloud.com/user-62051685/in-a-land-of-magicians-mp3
If you believe in something enough, can it become real?
In a Land of Magicians
I watch your sleight of hand,
the tilt of a black top hat,
I see doves fly into the air,
white wings fluttering, gently.
A journey into splendour, wonder,
where reality and illusion fuse,
belief blended, suspended in time,
Cabaret Voltaire - midnight show.
A mind alive with thoughts,
an escape plan born of hope,
from mundane, existential doubt,
to a land of eternal conjuration.
If you wish upon a twilight star
and close your eyes, whisper,
maybe there is a world away
where magic holds mystic sway.
I know I may have been there
in the twinkling of a child’s eye,
when I ventured on so quietly
from the vagaries of a stoic’s life.
Where wands make trails of light
like fireflies in an obsidian night,
playing cards fall from skies as
a final, amethyst curtain lowers.
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in a twnklikng of a child's
in a twnklikng of a child's eye all the wonder opens. great stuff.
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Magical poem Paul, with a
Magical poem Paul, with a message that some people are tuned in to what's invisible to the naked eye, veiled by what we've been told is not real by those wishing not to believe.
It's a great poem and I loved hearing you read it, no matter what you believe. Thank you for sharing.
Jenny.
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I liked these lines
I liked these lines particularly, moving from the solidness of reality to the airiness and something from nothing of magic :
"from the vagaries of a stoic’s life.
Where wands make trails of light
like fireflies in an obsidian night,
playing cards fall from skies"
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