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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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