The Eyes of Enchantment
Magic loves the indistinct,
the oblique and enticing,
clandestine and obscure:
The shifting reflections
of a dusky jack-o’-lantern . . .
The collage of hidden gifts
and refracted Christmas lights . . .
Vernacular landmarks
transformed by snow . . .
Shrouded lakes exhaling mist . . .
Majestic nighttime shadows . . .
A bride’s veiled countenance . . .
Secret codes and quests . . .
Romantic dreams and visions.
Vagueness makes room
for new possibilities.
Don’t look too sharply!
The much-touted skill
of being clear and focused,
frequently useful, can be
withering to the heart.
Copyright © Carol Mays | Year Posted 2019
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