How do I bring the magic?
How do I bring a smile?
when I just know how to be alone.
When I just carry wishes, hopes that
only surface when I can keep my eyes towards the light.
How do I reach for you when my arms grow weary and
the dark clouds of doubt return. Can you demure the reign
of my tears, will you be my sunlight when my dark fears
freeze my world into icy nightmares?
Can you gather the clouds in your hands and speak
soothing words to settle the weeping mists.
I still walk, I still run aground stumbling, wondering,
searching, screaming, I don’t want to be alone.
But, I still look toward the sky; I still look for the nights
dark eyes. I still ask the waters for peace and sit
watching the trees sway in their gentle dance. I still pray
to the mountains for answers and rest. How do I bring
the magic when I live in fear, worry and doubt.