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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