REASON AND MAGIC
The towering concerns of love for you:
that it be both everlasting
and still ever new--
Evergreening...
a progression from new to new always,
never graying, never browning, never slowing;
A happy child always learning, never tired.
What would reason tell us if we listened?
That there are only so many tricks in the bag
and then the bag is empty.
I counter reason with magic thusly:
My bag of tricks is in my head
where dwells the endless creation of beginning.
The tricks are designs of your heart
whispered close on starswept nights
as gentle enfoldment of selves
makes conversations of dreams.
And lists are made on angels' wings
of what to do and when;
the manufacture of magic,
the ever beginning of new:
Me in you.