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It Must Be Magic
by Dancingkatz
It must be magic that keeps
The elemental still within
The gilded cage of stained glass
That sits upon my table.
It seems to me that it should
Be dancing among the stars and
aurora borealis instead
of gently glowing in this poor room.
How is it that such a thing
Could be content to be leashed,
Constrained to give its light
For the benefit of one too
Dark-souled to illuminate herself?
But there is no sullenness in
The yellow-white flicker
Reflecting upon the wall over my head.
It gives of itself freely
Regardless of any undeservedness.
I am grateful for that magic,
If magic it is, or if it is not
Then I am grateful for the
generosity of spirit which
shines in my darkness
and reminds me that all is not lost.
December 16, 2005 - written after thunder-snow
by Dancingkatz
It must be magic that keeps
The elemental still within
The gilded cage of stained glass
That sits upon my table.
It seems to me that it should
Be dancing among the stars and
aurora borealis instead
of gently glowing in this poor room.
How is it that such a thing
Could be content to be leashed,
Constrained to give its light
For the benefit of one too
Dark-souled to illuminate herself?
But there is no sullenness in
The yellow-white flicker
Reflecting upon the wall over my head.
It gives of itself freely
Regardless of any undeservedness.
I am grateful for that magic,
If magic it is, or if it is not
Then I am grateful for the
generosity of spirit which
shines in my darkness
and reminds me that all is not lost.
December 16, 2005 - written after thunder-snow
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