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All the Gathering Magic

Hey

So, I guess,
By now,
You know,
That Iíve been thinking
About you

And what Iíd say
To you,
If ever
I saw you,
Again

There are connections we understand:
Physics, causality, kinship,
Shared circumstance,
And time

Then, there are connections
We do not
Understand, they
Emerge,
In kismet, coincidence,
Synchronicity and
The timeless abundance of
Cyclic
Being, where smooth
Symmetries
Seem
To coalesce, just
As if
They were intended,
By some force
Of purpose

Rain is popping
Upon the surface of
Puddles
Like kindling

Iím strongest
In all my broken
Places, I now
Realize, heart
Fire
Glowing, even
Beneath the greater
Lights
Of day,
Beaconing
To all the friends
Whoíve brought me
Into the sacred
Space,
Of their confidence,
Sharing
Their doubts
And sorrows,
And what an unequivocal
Honor
It has been, to be a
Listening
Ear,
For you

And to be your sometimes
Fool
And bathe
In your laughter

I trace the tip of my
Finger, around the
Softly brown
Perimeter
Of age spots,
Which dot
Your sun kissed
Skin

Letís leave tomorrow
Where it lay,
Shivering
In the heat phantoms
Of summer

I donít precisely know
When my mind became
Quiet
And clear, perhaps it was
A morning
After
An endurance trial
Of nightmares
And I woke with fresh
Dew,
Upon my brow

Or

Was it when I walked the
Stone
Arc
Over the river, until I
Broached the sea
Shores, hissing with
Their cyclic
Tumult
And heard nothing,
But the surf
And the gentle interplay
Of distant voices

I do not know anything
With certainty,
Except,
The contours
Of your face,
Beneath my trailing
Fingers,
And
This joy,
Of salubrious
Alignment
With the living
Moment,
For however long
It should last

Tonight,
The stars are reaching
For the four points
Of the compass, with coquettish,
Slim eyelashes of
Energetic
Curiosity,
As the windows are stretching
Eager jaws to
Display
All the daily overlooked
Glamours,
That nurtured this
Battlefield of armed
Children
And
Garden
Of tender ghosts,
Staring
From barred windows

Fireflies pulse
Slowly
And
Silently, hovering
Over the windswept
Basin
Of the reservoir,
Spread
Throughout,
This gloaming
Twilight
Court

Right then,
The year had reached its
Utmost
Zenith, replete with
Outpourings of
Outrage
And the quiet
Kinship
Of loss, but
Still
Crackling
With burgeoning
Agility, to
Unleash
All the gathering
Magic, itís boundless
Bandoleer of
Wonderments,
Had yet
To reveal

The clean savor of fresh
Air
Seeped
Into my nostrils,
And mouth, across
Exposed
Flesh,
And this
Is life itself, I
Thought

The night sky cast a softly
Expansive
Arc, across the
Stitched
Brows, of neatly
Aligned
Rooftops, over the
Spritely
Reaching boughs
Of arbors, dressed
In stiff
Seasonal
Coats,
Ear lobes
Adorned,
In conifers, pressing
On, all
The way,
To the lifting white
Skirts,
Of the wildly dancing
Sea

I guess, I wanted you to
Know,
That I know,

Our true feelings can never be
Expressed,
And there are no answers,
Nor is there any
Need
For them, but
It is beautiful
To be truly
Seen, for a
Few moments, so
Thank you

In the city, stars are
Spartan, in their
Disbursement, clear
As breath, in the
Cold, standing out
Starkly
White, as
Phantoms,
Captured
In photographs

Only the strongest
Shine, pierces the
Quiet
Rouge,
Of ground lights

Nothing is predictable,
Of this,
I am absolutely certain

I stood, trembling in
Some lunatic
Rage of joy, beneath
A spectral
Steam
Of sweat

Lightning splayed its
Forked tongues,
Slithering
In atmospheric
Prescience,
Against the stiff
Bristles of
Hair,
Rising like
Popup book
Characters,
Against
My arms

I guess, I wanted you to
Know,
That I know,

Beneath all the barriers
Of borders, languages
And ideologies,
Lay a softly
Rotating
Globe
Of seas,
Continents
And light

And here we are

And here,
We all gather,
Together

And I wanted you to know,
Iím strongest
When Iím standing
Beside you

Thereís a rainbow
Arc
Amidst the
Storms
Black
Bulwark,
Crackling with
Inconceivable
Collisions,
Iíd like to grip with
Toes
And fingers
And climb

Iíd like to leave the rain
Behind
And
Ascend,
To wherever
You are

Iíd like to place my
Palm
Against your face,
One last time

If I had only a moment
To say
To you,
Anything of true
Value,
It would be this,

I have found the
Power,
In my frailty

I held the past
In the palm
Of my hand
And the future
Resides,
Upon the knuckles
Of my fist

..

All the Gathering Magic
By
Daniel Christensen
DanielChristensen
Written by DanielChristensen (The Fire Elemental)
Published
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Copyright © 2020 by Daniel Christensen. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be...
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