Some poems

Magic

The slam, bang, bam, *

of the screen door shutting

gathering us outside in the starlight.

A sky speckled with the gold*

and silver glitter of lights so

far away, I can't ever know.

I wish

I could just touch those stars.

I can't remember how long we stayed out there.

You sang the flowers and the moon and the sunright into my eyes

And I laughed and I danced

I danced on dynamite. *

My heart bound to explode, to break,

but not now, not

here.

And when the light grew too hard to find,

We kindled a fire of our own.

A summer night never to end.

Flame inside our soul,

Flame lighting up the world

A chorus of sound, of song, of laughter

Of us. Of what we never wanted to end.

Of what we never wanted to

forget.

Forget. Forget. None of us could ever forget

What it felt like to sing under the sky

When the only eyes who watched were the bats

just stretching wings waking from long lazy naps

to join the beauty of the night

when the day had faded to black.

To be freer than,

nothing,

and anything,

and everything.

To know what love was when really it wasn't love.

But that's ok.

We had the breeze

We had the wishes we made when

We beat the stars to the sky and caught them right

In their magic.

And no one forgets magic.

Lines with * are not my own lines