CALM Publishing

SPECIAL MAGIC IN THE AIR

 

Our private jet heading south

Along the coast of France.

The pilot asking our preference –

Bilbao or Barcelona? –

We look up from our duo-couch

Love in our eyes

And request a return to Paris

Where our hearts reside.

Some special magic in the air –

We find ourselves transported

We are there – our 3-story walk-up

On Rue St. Honore

Her hand in mine

Our key still unlocks the door

These decades later

These dreams decided

            We walk on our shadows

            Each step pursuing the future

            Pictures float up from the past,

            We are still young in them –

            As though movie stars

            Of our own home epic –

            Life built, created, grown and lost

            All in a blink Dear God.

            Were it to have lingered

            The difficulty would become

            A bit too much to observe.

A relinquished sense of loss

Given up for the purpose of life. –

No despair allowed on this earth –

It is an emotion

Destined for eviction unless replaced

By a reverent sense of gratitude and hope                 

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